The perfect picture. Amazing airbrushing and a flattering filter and I look like the starlet I’ve always wanted to be. You know, one of those perfect Instagram models with a million followers. Like one of the girls that Sebastian would date, even though he has never bothered to glance my way. So I utter a foolish wish. If only I could look like my picture forever. But forever is a long time. And some wishes can’t be broken. The price of vanity is high. And my mad wish may cost me my soul.