His arms caressing this fragile creature, they look so big, like slabs of meat, his whole chest so thick and brutish against this tiny, tiny human. The way he sways with her, like he doesn’t quite know how to do it, moving his hips slowly like he’s uncertain if he’s ready for this, if this is the new life he wants to lead, with this tiny flesh bundle as the center of his universe. The universe that he probably dominated up until this point.

Or maybe I’m projecting.

I click out of the video and continue scrolling. More baby pictures, more stylized, colorful brunches where she’s photographed alone in front of savory dishes. She doesn’t seem to have many friends or doesn’t want to present herself as someone reliant on them, rather; in many of her photos, I imagine they’re the photographer, out of frame. If she is with other women, it’s in a formal setting, like the pictures of her and Tom. Even her food pictures never include another plate, just the typical bird’s-eye view of what I imagine are her meal, her drinks. Of course, the comments are flattering, but they’re superficial, a lot like the “perfect couple” one I saw earlier; there aren’t any hints at inside jokes or callbacks to other times. Her page, I realize, reminds me of a brand, the overly cheerful tone almost suitable for an inanimate thing, a kind of message that she wants to get across, revealing nothing about the person herself.

There’s something eerie about that, almost chilling, and I decide to navigate out of the page, when I spot a flash of navy that makes me pause. It’s from one of her later photos, the ones I haven’t studied too carefully, and I click on it to enlarge it.

Odilie is standing in front of a mirror, her hair done up in a twist, her lips painted red, wearing a navy sheath dress. The mirror is ornate, gold with a spiky rim, and the room behind her is vast. It doesn’t seem like it’s her home; at least I don’t recognize it. But it does seem familiar to me. The whole photo seems familiar to me.

That dress, it’s Magdelena, one of my favorites and one of our biggest sellers. It’s stretchy and comfortable, wraps around the waist nicely with an adjustable self-belt, allows for a touch of cleavage with its low V-neck. I own it. I used to wear it all the time and I would recognize it anywhere, Huda’s signature white patch pockets sewn on either side of the dress.