Mikaelatesta gasps wide-eyed at her phone, mouth open and too stunned to speak

Mikaelatesta sits in a simple white tee, long brunette hair framing her face as she scrolls through messages on her phone. Her mouth drops open and her eyes go wide at whatever she reads, and she shakes her head before jabbing a finger for emphasis. Behind her, a softly lit bathroom with a round mirror glows in the background. She presses a hand to her chest, plainly startled, then leans in with a half-smile.