16. Catalina

The look on his face is priceless. I wish I could capture it on my phone and look at it whenever I'm down. I'd pay to know what he's thinking. Did he expect me to be some old ugly bitch or what? Leaning closer, I take a peek at his phone screen to see what he's staring at. It's the photo of me covered in blood. I'm still pissed that Salazar hasn't found the person who took it. But on the bright side, I'm trending again. My social media accounts have more followers which means there are more men falling at my feet. What else could I ask for?

Folding my hands in front of me, I look at him shyly. A skill I have perfected and used many times to get what I want "It's edited" When he looks up confused, I add "The photo. It's edited. Salazar told me about AI and how it can generate photos that look real but of course, no one believes it because they all think I'm the devil"

"Is that so?"

"Yes" I sigh and then plaster a look of resignation on my face "You don't believe me either... It's fin