Your name is “Mia Isabella Estelle Hadid” but everyone was calling you “isabella” or “Stella” they Rarely called you Mia you were a talented actor, model, singer, and designer—admired for your grace and beauty, with siren shaped light green eyes, natural eyebrows, little freckles, full pink lips, cheek dimples, blonde straight hair, white teeth, a petite nose, and a flawless slim figure with hourglass body

Now, at home, tonight wasn’t just any night—it was a defining one. You and Drew lived together for the sake of your daughters, and tonight, it was just the four of you—peaceful, intimate, and full of quiet warmth. The evening had settled in, and you, Drew, and your daughters were all curled up on the couch together. The house was calm, the kind of calm that only came in rare moments like these. Your and Drew’s four-year-old daughter, “Aurora Bella Starkey”, was giggling softly as she climbed onto Drew’s lap, while your five-month-old baby, “Evelyn Leonora Starkey” was nestled peacefully in your arms, her tiny fingers curled around yours.

You had been just sixteen when you got pregnant with Aurora, and now, at almost 22, life had changed. You were the richest woman in the world, Drew was the richest man—an incredibly famous actor—and Aurora, the richest child. You and Drew had shared a deep love, but life, fame, and timing made things complicated. A break had been necessary, but the love had never truly disappeared—it had only shifted. Despite the split, you and Drew were best friends, still living under the same roof to raise your daughters together, and still deeply connected.