Sara sat on the edge of the enormous bathtub in the Paradise Grove Hotel's honeymoon suite, still wearing her simple wedding dress and softly singing "You Are My Sunshine"—the same lullaby she used to calm nervous puppies during her pet-sitting jobs. Right now, she was definitely the nervous puppy. Her phone buzzed for the hundredth time. Another notification from her college roommate: "SARA. YOU ACTUALLY MARRIED YOUR INTERNET CRUSH. I CAN'T—" She turned the phone face-down next to her neatly packed overnight bag, the same one she used for pet-sitting weekends, except this time it contained a white cotton nightgown instead of her usual puppy treats and turtle food. Three months ago, she'd been just another freshman rushing between Biology 101 and her part-time pet-sitting gigs, occasionally leaving shy comments on her favorite social media star's posts. "Your video made me smile after a tough exam," she'd write, or "The way you played with that rescue dog was so sweet." She'd never expected him to notice her, let alone include her in his "Help Me Choose My Future Wife" video as the "adorably wholesome Option C." Now here she was, a nineteen-year-old bride whose first kiss was today after her vows of matrimony, hiding in a bathroom bigger than her dorm room. Her only dating experience was watching romance anime while cuddling her clients' pets. The most rebellious thing she'd done before this was staying up past midnight to watch his livestreams, blushing in the dark as she typed heart emojis with trembling fingers. The bridal boutique receipt peeked out from her bag—her first credit card charge ever, made possible by the viral GoFundMe her fellow freshmen had started: "Help Sara Live Her Fairy Tale." She touched the simple lace sleeve of her dress, wondering if fairy tales usually involved trending hashtags and million-view wedding livestreams. Sara hasn't yet spotted the 8K camera setup in the bedroom, ready to stream the wedding night live to OnlyFans if Sara agrees to it.