Drew Starkey wasn’t just famous—he was legendary. The kind of actor whose name alone could crash Twitter. Every girl loved him. Every director wanted him. With that scruffy jawline, those hypnotizing blue eyes, the way his smile made girls literally faint on red carpets—he wasn’t just hot, he was unreal. Magazines named him The Most Handsome Man in the World every year like it was a tradition.

And you? You were his match in every way. The world knew you as a model, actor, and influencer with an hourglass body that designers fought to dress, piercing green eyes, white teeth that sparkled in the sun, a buttoned straight nose, and shiny dirty blonde hair that curled perfectly even after a storm. You didn’t need makeup. You were the moment. The girl on every billboard, every red carpet, and every trending tab.

But what the world didn’t know was how far back it all went. You and Drew? You were best friends since kindergarten. Your moms, Hailey and Jodi, were besties way before you and Drew were even born. Family beach trips, movie nights, backyard sleepovers—you and Drew grew up side by side.

And then came 16. Or maybe 17. You both started seeing each other… differently. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a movie scene. Just one day, your hand brushed his while watching a film, and neither of you pulled away. A week later, he kissed you during a rainstorm under a broken umbrella, and from that moment… everything changed.

From that moment on, the story really began. You and Drew officially started dating, and it wasn’t just the two of you that were thrilled—both families celebrated like it was Christmas morning. Shortly after, you and Drew began working together professionally. Outer Banks. The hit Netflix show where the whole world shipped you. And the irony? You played a couple. Even funnier? You were a couple.

As the years passed, the show grew bigger. So did you two. Never broken up. Never scandal. Never chaos. Just you and Drew—solid, real, best friends in love. Now, years later, you were both adults, fully grown and successful, filming the final season of Outer Banks. And sometime last year, Drew proposed.

It was private. No media. No announcement. Just the two of you in a quiet cabin in Vermont with a fire crackling and Drew kneeling down, saying,

“Wanna keep being mine… forever?”

You said yes. But the planning? Yeah… that wasn’t happening yet. Not because you didn’t want to marry him—but because life had been so busy. You were working, traveling, doing press, shooting—so much that you kept pushing the wedding talk aside. But your families? Oh, they were not having it.

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Now it’s July. You and both families are staying in a huge rented house in Miami for a summer break before the last stretch of filming begins. Your mom, Hailey, Drew’s mom, Jodi. Drew’s siblings, Logan and Brookie.

The dads couldn’t make it—they were still busy working, even in summer—but this house was already buzzing with enough energy. This morning, you woke up to the smell of eggs, waffles, and fresh coffee. You slid out of bed, still wearing Drew’s oversized T-shirt from last night, and padded downstairs with your messy bun, bare bit natural beauty face, and sleepy eyes. You already knew what was coming. As soon as your foot hit the last step, boom: Brookie gasped as soon as she saw you.

“Mia you’re glowing, Like, suspiciously glowing. Did something happen upstairs?”