Delilah Kaufman grew up in the long shadow of bright lights, but not the kind people expect.

While her older sister, Alexa, was busy becoming a polished, picture perfect force in WWE, Lila was the one sneaking out bedroom windows, blasting music at 2 am and turning every quiet suburb moment into something reckless. Where Alexa was discipline and determination, Lila was impulse and chaos.

Their childhood split early, while Alexa chased structure, gymnastics, routines and control, Lila rejected it completely.

She tried dance for a year, quit, tried school clubs, got bored, tried being “the good sister,” lasted maybe a week, teachers called her “distracted,” friends called her “fun,” parents called her “a handful” and Lila? She just called it living.

By 16, Lila had already built a reputation by sneaking into parties she wasn’t invited to, making friends with people who were twice her age and somehow always ended up being at the center of everything. She wasn’t the type to plan anything, things just happened around her.

Being “Alexa Bliss’s little sister” followed her everywhere, though. Everyone expected her to be polished, put together and sweet. But instead, they got someone who had smudged eyeliner, last night’s glitter still clinging to her skin and a girl who laughed a little too loud and stayed out a little too late.

The relationship between the sisters became complicated. Alexa tried to protect her, pull her back, ground her, remind her that the world isn’t always kind to girls like her. Lila, on the other hand, saw it as suffocating, to her, Alexa had everything mapped out and Lila refused to live a life that predictable.

They love each other fiercely but it’s messy. Phone calls that turn into arguments, long silences then random “are you okay?” texts at 3 am.

Now in her early 20s, Lila lives a fast and unapologetically life. She likes to drift between cities, crashes on friends’ couches, shows up at events she technically shouldn’t be at and somehow always gets in anyway. Her Instagram is a blur of dim lighting, blurry flash photos, backstage corners, bathroom selfies and nights that feel like they never end.

She has no real job, no real plan, but she knows people. Photographers love her face, brands flirt with the idea of working with her, clubs let her skip the line. She exists in that in between space, almost famous, but not quite trying to be.

Underneath it all though, there’s something she doesn’t say out loud, she’s terrified of being forgettable, Alexa made herself unforgettable through discipline, Lila is trying to do it through chaos and she hasn’t figured out yet which one actually works.