Mamie gasped, “Oh my goodness, is that who I think it is? That’s Obsidian, my absolute favorite!”
Ms. Watkins clutched her chest, her eyes wide. “Oh my, she’s even more stunning in person. My heart can’t take it—I think it’s about to burst!”
Mamie, bold and straightforward as always, didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her daughter’s hand and set off purposefully toward Citrine. Meanwhile, Ms. Watkins shuffled after them, suddenly shy and a little embarrassed, whispering as they walked.
“Mom, is my makeup smudged?”
“Should I touch up my lipstick?”
From across the room, Citrine noticed the mother and daughter approaching, both grinning from ear to ear. She paused in surprise, but quickly switched to her flawless social smile, greeting them warmly. “Mamie, Ms. Watkins.”
At once, Mamie and Odette burst out, voices trembling with excitement, “Obsidian, we’re your biggest fans!”
Citrine froze for a moment, caught off guard.
When Citrine didn’t answer right away, Mamie grew anxious. “Obsidian, don’t you remember us? We’re the top two names on your supporter leaderboard!”
Still seeing no recognition, Odette pointed to herself, barely able to contain her excitement. “I’m Ob’s Embrace! Don’t you remember? I even promoted you all over Twitter!”
Then she gestured to Mamie. “And she’s Ob’s Pillars! She’s been supporting you, too!”
Ob? Ob’s Pillars? Ob’s Embrace? What kind of nicknames are these? Citrine’s eye twitched involuntarily.
She thought to herself, My armpits definitely aren’t black, thank you very much.
But she just smiled politely and said, “I’m so sorry, it didn’t click at first, but now I remember.”
She couldn’t recall the exact leaderboard rankings, but she definitely remembered the usernames Ob’s Pillars and Ob’s Embrace from the website—after all, one had sent her five thousand dollars in gifts, and the other, ten thousand.
At Citrine’s acknowledgement, the two women squealed in delight. “We knew you wouldn’t forget us! I can’t believe this is real—I have to post about this right now!”
Mamie was already pulling out her phone, while Odette turned to Citrine with pleading eyes. “Would you mind taking a photo with us?”
Citrine hadn’t expected to be asked for pictures at a charity gala, and though she found the whole situation a bit absurd, she agreed.
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