Chapter 92 Love Life

Amanda sat in the backseat of Vicktor's sleek black car, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the leather seat as the city’s glittering skyline stretched out before her. The car hummed softly as it maneuvered through the bustling streets of downtown, the faint scent of Vicktor’s cologne lingering in the air. Beside her sat Emma, her childhood best friend, who was glued to her phone, scrolling through social media with a mixture of fascination and disdain. "I don't get it," Emma said suddenly, breaking the silence. "How do these influencers make their lives look so perfect? Every picture, every video—it's all so staged. Yet here I am, watching it like it’s a reality show."