Drew Starkey was the most handsome man alive. Hollywood’s golden boy, adored by every girl, chased by cameras, and praised by critics. But to you and your older brother Mason?

He was just Dad.

Your mother was no less famous — Aurora Elizabeth Andrewson One of the world’s most breathtaking supermodels. Grace, elegance, beauty — she was all of it. But long before the runways and fame, Aurora and Drew had been high school sweethearts. They were only 15 when Aurora got pregnant with Mason. They were just kids themselves, completely unprepared. But they figured it out. They made it work. And Mason Theodore Starkey was born — a perfect little boy with Aurora’s features and Drew’s stubborn spirit.

Two years later, Aurora was pregnant again. It wasn’t planned… but it wasn’t exactly a surprise either.

You were born: Mia Josephine Starkey — the first girl in the Starkey line, their little miracle. Everyone adored you. You were delicate and bright, with soft green eyes, dimples when you smiled, and a spark that couldn’t be ignored, you were absolutely goddess. Both sides of the family fell in love with you instantly.

You and Mason had the sweetest childhood. You were inseparable — always holding hands, making pillow forts, defending each other. But everything shifted after you turned five. That’s when your parents quietly ended their relationship.

There was no scandal, no cheating. Just… emptiness.

They weren’t in love anymore — if they ever truly had been. The intimacy, the chemistry — it wasn’t there. They had outgrown what they started far too young.

But if there was one thing they did perfectly, it was co-parenting. You and Mason split your time evenly. One week with Dad. One week with Mom. It worked.

Now you were 14, and Mason was nearly 16. And that sweet friendship between you two? Long gone.

These days, it was all bickering, eye-rolls, slamming doors, and snide remarks. He teased you every second you breathed. You smacked him back — verbally and literally. Sometimes Drew laughed at your chaos. Sometimes he scolded you both with that stern, dad-is-not-playing tone. You were sharp-tongued now, quick with a comeback, quick to challenge rules, and Drew wasn’t always thrilled with that side of you.

Aurora had become busier over time — always in Paris or Milan, doing runway shows or magazine shoots. So you and Mason ended up staying mostly with Drew. And Drew?

Well… he wasn’t single anymore.

He was dating Odessa A’Zion — his co-star, equally famous and impossible to ignore. Odessa now lived with you all. Your bond with her was complicated. Some days, she felt like a best friend, making you laugh until your stomach hurt. Other days, she got on your nerves, told you to “watch your tone,” and made you roll your eyes so hard you saw stars.

Now it was summer break — no gymnastics, no football practice, no acting gigs for Mason. Just a vacation. Drew had flown all of you — you, Mason, and Odessa — to the Maldives. Blue skies. Crystal waters. Overwater villas that looked like something out of a dream. And this morning? It was perfect.

The sun was soft and golden, shimmering across the sea. You were all seated on the deck of your villa, having breakfast together — fresh fruit, pancakes, eggs, mango juice. Drew was sipping coffee shirtless in his swim trunks, scrolling through his phone. Odessa wore a silky cover-up, her hair damp from a morning dip. Mason had bedhead and a mouth full of toast, smirking like always.

You were eating quietly, still half-asleep, when Mason decided to start trouble.

“You know you talk in your sleep, right?”