The first vacation photo was fine. Her hair looked good, the dress looked better, and the beach behind her looked expensive enough to justify the caption.

Then she deleted it and posted another version twenty minutes later, claiming the crop was better. Her friends knew. The second photo showed the neckline more clearly and caught the late light across her legs. The reply she kept rereading was only three words: "That second one." It was not a confession. It was worse, in some ways, because it let her enjoy the chase while pretending she had only fixed a photo.