Fallon
I scrolled through my comment section, my fingers tightening around my phone with each new message.
"Omg, show us the ring again!"
"How's wedding planning going?!"
"What's the theme of the wedding?"
"Can we get a fiancé reveal???"
"Girl, you really bagged a billionaire. Goals!"
I groaned, tossing my phone onto the couch before dragging my hands down my face.
This was getting ridiculous.
Ever since the engagement announcement, my entire brand had shifted without my permission. I used to post lifestyle content, beauty tutorials, and vlogs about everyday things. But now? My followers only wanted wedding updates. They didn't care about my latest skincare routine or the hard work I put into my content.
They only cared about him.
And the wedding.
And the fairytale fantasy they'd created in their minds.
I was supposed to be running my own platform, building my brand, controlling my own narrative. But suddenly, I wasn't Fallon Prescott, content creator and entrepreneur—I was Reid Callahan's fiancée.
And I hated it.
Mia, who was lounging on my couch eating chips, arched a brow at me. "Let me guess—another day of 'show us your wedding dress!' comments?"
I flopped down beside her with a dramatic sigh. "It's like my entire identity has been erased overnight. No one even asks about my work anymore."
Mia snorted. "Well, in their defense, you are engaged to one of the most eligible billionaires in the country. That's a little more interesting than your morning matcha routine."
I shot her a glare. "You're not helping."
"Okay, fine," she said, setting down her snack. "So, what's the plan? You gonna start ignoring all the wedding talk? Shut down the comments?"
I groaned again. "If I ignore them, people will just speculate more. And if I acknowledge it, I'm feeding into it."
Mia smirked. "Sounds like you're trapped in a rich-people problem."
I grabbed a pillow and smacked her with it. "I am a rich person, Mia."
"Exactly my point," she laughed.
I leaned back against the couch, exhaling. "I just want to focus on my work. Not this fake wedding. Not Reid. Not whatever fantasy my followers have cooked up in their heads."
Mia studied me for a moment, then grinned. "Okay. Then let's remind them who you are."
I lifted a brow. "What do you mean?"
She grabbed my phone, unlocked it with a devious glint in her eyes, and tapped on my Instagram stories.
"You're about to post a video, right now—but not about the wedding." She shoved the phone into my hands. "Give them something else to talk about."
I hesitated. "And if they don't care?"
"Then we make them care," she said.
I looked at the screen, my reflection staring back at me.
Taking a deep breath, I hit record.
"Hey guys! I know you all have a lot of wedding questions, but today, we're talking about something way more important—my top three beauty must-haves for this season!"
Mia grinned in victory as I launched into my segment, steering the conversation back to me.
Maybe I couldn't control everything.
But I could at least control this.