Vivian
My carefully staged beach selfie had gotten the attention I wanted - the social media buzz was exactly as planned. But the response wasn't. Instead of jealousy or admiration, the comments cooed about how "happy" the twins looked in their regular i********: photos with Emma. Photos of homemade dinner parties, messy art projects, and that ridiculous handmade shell necklace she never took off.
"Trash." I threw my phone across the penthouse suite. "Complete trash."
My social media team sent another update - Emma's latest post at Laurent's studio showed her bent over her work with that irritating focus. A small crowd gathered around her desk, admiring whatever simple design she'd created. The twins had commented with hearts and unicorn emojis, Noah adding some scientific formula I did
