Collins'' face lit up with a grin as he heard the n. "y the ''little princess'' card, and you''ve got them eating out of your hand," he chuckled, echoing the consensus among the online masses.


    The ssic case of ''Little Sis'' VIP treatment.


    ncing at his watch, Collins stood up. "It''s gettingte. I should head out. See you tomorrow."


    Mirabe nodded in agreement.


    Once the door closed behind him, Mirabe fished out her smartphone and fired up Twitter.


    Leo, who had been hovering nearby, peeked over her shoulder and saw that his sister was indeed setting up a Twitter ount. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, "Since when are you and Collins such buddies? I''ve been nagging you to join Twitter forever, and you''ve brushed me off. But the word from his lips is gospel?"


    He couldn''t help feeling slighted. Was his influence as her big brother really less than that of a paycheck or worse, some outsider?


    Mirabe continued typing, seemingly oblivious to his questioning. "Leo, what do you think about ''PrincessGuardian'' for my handle?" she asked earnestly, as her fingers danced across the screen, entering the chosen moniker.


    Leo''s ego felt the sting.


    Mocked by the masses and now his little sister was joining the chorus? This was an outrage!


    He straightened up with an air of authority. "Absolutely not. Pick something else." "Okay," Mirabe said with a nod. She then added a capital ''H'' in front of ''PrincessGuardian'' and hit the confirm button.


    ''HPrincessGuardian''


    The nickname was avable, and her Twitter ount was set up sessfully.


    Leo gaped in disbelief.


    Was that her idea of a name change? It was nothing short of a brush-off!


    Mirabe cleared her throat and offered a half-hearted exnation, "The other handle was taken, but I think this one has more charm."


    Princess Davis.


    Leo was speechless.


    So, the change wasn''t out of respect for her brother''s wishes, but because the original choice was already in use?


    Realizing the truth, Leo''s gaze darkened with a sense of betrayal. Where was the doting sister he was promised?


    Mirabeposed herself, pretending not to notice his wounded look, and then lowered her gaze again, her fingertips flitting swiftly across the screen to look up Leo''s stage name.


    After hitting the follow button, she tilted her head slightly, "Should I tweet something?"


    "Tweeting is fine, but not before you change that handle," Leo insisted with his arms still crossed.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "Regr users can only change their names once a year, and I''ve already used my chance."


    Leo, feeling a bit outsmarted but not defeated, pulled out his phone, opened Messenger, and sent her a generous amount of cash, "Here, use this to get a premium ount. They can change their handle multiple times a year."


    Mirabe shook her head, "No thanks."


    Undeterred, Leo transferred the funds with a flourish, "The membership is on me."


    He knew her all too well-a sucker for money.


    There was nothing that couldn''t be solved with a little cash!


    Mirabe: "."


    Nudging her with his elbow, Leo urged, "Go on, change it."


    The ''little princess'' handle was non-negotiable; if he let that stick, he''d never live down the persona.


    With a sigh, Mirabe epted the transfer and then said, "I''ll take the money, but as for the handle... it''s not changing, so you might as well give up, Leo."


    Leo let out a burst ofughter, defeated.


    Then, Mirabe took his phone from him, opened Twitter, searched for her newly minted handle, and hit follow back.