When Mirabe tapped ''Follow'' on Leo''s Twitter handle, her phone practically blew up with notifications.


    In less than a minute, her brand-new alt ount had already gained hundreds of followers.


    Watching the follower count climb on her Twitter page, Mirabe turned to her little princess with a twinkle in her eye. "Looks like I''m not just making bank but also racking up fans, huh?"


    Leo just stared at her, dumbfounded.


    Well, aren''t we Miss Confident over here!


    Mirabe''s attention swung back to her phone as her DMs ballooned past fifty. Most messages were the usual ''who are you?'' inquiries. After a moment''s thought, she decided to skip the private chats andposed a new tweet instead.


    The headline read, "My Little Princess H," apanied by a photo.


    Leo, peering over her shoulder, almost lost it when he saw the picture she chose. "Seriously, sis, why that one?"


    The photo was an unfiltered, no-frills, utterly adorable snapshot of Mirabe digging into a slice of strawberry cheesecake she had taken for Jenna.


    With a casual tap, Mirabe posted the tweet and then looked up at Leo. "What''s wrong with this one? Don''t you think it''s perfect, Leo? Very princess-like."


    As the tweet went live, Leo slumped into the couch, mumbling in defeat, "It''s over. My image is totally wrecked."


    He had been somewhat okay with the ''little princess'' nickname his fans had given him, but this... this strawberry cheesecake picture was going to be the end of him. Mirabe shot him a sideways nce, almost saying, ''What image do you even have left to lose?'' But not wanting to crush his spirits further, she kept quiet.


    The weekend crowd on Twitter was buzzing, and sure enough, Mirabe''s tweet quickly garnered a flood ofments, likes, and a skyrocketing follower count.


    Cocooned in thefort of her couch, Mirabe scrolled through the responses with glee.


    "LOL Strawberry cheesecake? The ''little princess'' persona is now officially canon."


    "Never imagined the off-screen little princess to be like this. Too cute for words!"


    "So this Twitter ount is the sister''s, right? It has to be!"


    "Such a bold and direct approach can only be the sister''s Twitter, no doubt."


    "But why ''Princess H'' instead of ''Princess L''? Does this mean the little princess''s real name starts with an H?"


    ...


    Leo''s Twitter DMs were a disaster zone, swamped with fan messages to the point of crashing whenever he tried to open his inbox.


    He massaged his temples, casting a nce at the nonchnt instigator of his woes and sighed inwardly. What could he do? Even if it was a trap, it was set by his own sister.


    Resigned to his fate, Leo liked the tweet, shared it, and added a simple three- word endorsement: "My little sis."


    With his verified ount''s follower count already in the hundreds of millions, Leo''s retweet sent waves through his fanbase, who were moring for his sister''s contact. They swarmed Mirabe''s Twitter, bombarding it withments and follows.


    In less than half an hour, Mirabe''s Twitter following exploded past two hundred thousand, rocketing her to trending status and eclipsing many B-list celebrities.


    But Mirabe wasn''t too concerned with the frenzy. After browsing some of thements, she logged off Twitter. Her aim wasn''t to trend-it was simply to cater to her little princess''s wishes.