Whispers of Truth | Matt Sturniolo

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𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚

As I sat at my desk, planning out the video concept onto my journal I couldn't help but blush as the memory from hours ago took over. His smile was a sight to behold, a beacon of warmth and infectious joy.

It was the kind of smile that had the power to brighten the gloomiest of days and put anyone at ease. His lips curved upward with an effortless grace, revealing a row of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth that seemed to gleam in the soft lighting.

The corners of his mouth crinkled slightly, creating the gentlest of dimples on either side of his cheeks. Those dimples were like hidden treasures, appearing only when his smile reached its full wattage, and they added an endearing charm to his handsome features.

But it wasn't just the physical aspects of his smile that made it so captivating. It was the genuine warmth and kindness that radiated from his ocean blue eyes, which crinkled at the edges when he grinned. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle, as if they held a secret shared only with those fortunate enough to witness his smile.

His smile was like a magnet, drawing everyone closer and making them feel like they were a part of something special. It was a smile that could turn a casual conversation into a memorable moment, and it had a way of melting away any tension or worries that might have lingered in the air.

Lost in my reverie, I glanced at my phone and realized I needed to send out some new ideas I had come up with to the group. We had created a group chat for easy communication, a practical alternative to going back and forth between the three of them. With a quick text, I began typing out the details of our brainstorming session:

"𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!! 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 🤍 "

As I hit send, the familiar chime of my phone echoed through my room. Almost instantly, replies started pouring from both Nick and Matt. I frowned at the lack of enthusiasm from Chris but hadn't thought out much of it. Nick, the creative visionary of the group, was the first to respond. His messages came in rapid succession, each filled with his trademark excitement.

"𝘏𝘪! 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘮𝘳𝘸, 10 𝘱𝘮?"

I glanced at the clock, calculating the time difference between his message and my location. Reacting with the emphasizing option I then replied with "𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯"

As I continued planning the idea, my phone buzzed once again, this time with a message from Matt. "𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴?" I could already sense the goofy grin that was plastered over that evil face of his. "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 (; "

My heart skipped a beat as I read and then reread Matt's message. The anticipation was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what embarrassing fashion choices he had managed to unearth from the depths of my past.

He had most likely taken the photos or was in them himself but regardless I was not ready for what was about to unfold. The irony of being a fashion influencer and having shit style would not only kill me— but my career.