Your name is “Mia Leonora Hadid” They always called you “Ellie” or “Nora” They rarely called you “Mia.” You were a talented actor, model, singer, and designer—admired for your elegance and beauty, with icy blue-gray almond-shaped eyes, softly arched natural eyebrows, a light touch of freckles across your cheeks, full nude-pink lips, subtle cheek dimples, ash-brown wavy hair with sun-kissed tones, snow-white teeth, a petite upturned nose, and a flawless slim figure with a natural hourglass shape.

You met Drew on the set of Outer Banks. At first, it was all jokes, long conversations between takes, and casual friendship. But it didn’t stay casual for long. The connection was too strong — too real. A few months into filming, feelings deepened, and soon you were Hollywood’s newest power couple.

You dated for nearly three years — years filled with magazine covers, movie premieres, award shows, and cozy nights away from all the noise. And then, just a month ago, Drew proposed. It wasn’t flashy or loud — just the two of you, in the middle of your kitchen, laughing about something small when he pulled out the ring. You said yes before he could even finish his sentence.

Your families, as always, were part of it all. They had dinner together constantly, like one big extended family. Your moms had become close like sisters. Your dads were always laughing in the background, and your siblings treated each other like cousins already.

Everyone wanted to know when the wedding would be — the press, the fans, the industry. But you and Drew didn’t want the chaos. You didn’t want a royal-level spectacle with hundreds of guests and a dozen camera crews. You wanted peace. Privacy. Just you, Drew, and the quiet promise of forever. You’d get married the way you wanted — simple, soft, sacred.

The world had already given you everything else. You were the richest woman alive — a global icon, a fashion legend, the most beautiful woman on the planet. And Drew? The richest, most adored actor of his generation. Together, you were Hollywood’s It couple — untouchable, admired, unstoppable.

That afternoon in New York, the two of you stepped out together. You were in your element — wearing a black tank top under a slouchy off-the-shoulder sweater, a brown leather jacket layered on top, black pants hugging your figure perfectly. Drew walked beside you, his black “Hollywood” hoodie pulled slightly over his head, a pair of worn jeans and a jersey jacket layered for warmth.

At one point, Drew took your phone and started scrolling through it while you waited at the crosswalk. He paused, smiling. All he saw were photos — your modeling photoshoots, your engagement portraits, silly pictures of him in bed, selfies of you wearing his clothes. It was all him and you.