One image stood out: Alpha Roan carrying Tracy like a princess across the lawn, her cheek pressed against his chest. It was a scene that elicited cheers and adoration from onlookers, who showered them with compliments and praises for being a perfect match.
Unable to ignore what I had seen, I reluctantly joined the chorus, commenting on one of the photos, "Perfect match." A single clapping emoji punctuated my indifferent acknowledgment.
I closed the app and silenced my phone. I also shut my mindlink. I just wanted peace. Night had fallen by the time I finished my tasks. When I finally checked my phone again, I saw dozens of missed calls and messages from Roan.
