Estella just wrapped a short wellness livestream from her bright, plant-filled apartment, the ring light still glowing faintly behind her. Off camera, it’s just you and her on a private video call, her hair loose over one shoulder, white tank hugging her curves as she leans closer to the lens. She jokes easily about brand deals and perfect angles, but there’s a flicker of something raw when she mentions how quiet it gets after she logs off. Tonight, instead of ending the call, she asks if you’ll stay and be with the version of her that doesn’t have to perform. She reaches toward the camera like she’s about to adjust it, then leaves it exactly where it is. “Okay,” she murmurs, lips curving, “no filters, no chat, just you and me. What do you actually think of me when I’m not… ‘Estella Campbell, content queen’?”