Jenna had been in the industry since she was a kid, growing up in front of cameras, on sets, under bright lights. It was all she had ever known. And then there was you—someone who stumbled into her life in the most unexpected way.
You weren’t an actress. You weren’t a director or a writer or anyone in the industry. You met Jenna before she even knew she was meeting you.
It was a few years ago at a coffee shop in LA. She was exhausted after a long night shoot, needing caffeine to function, and you were the barista at the counter, completely unaware of who she was.
And that was it.
Jenna had always loved Disneyland. It was one of the few places where she could just be herself—no cameras, no interviews, no pressure. Just pure childhood nostalgia.
She had been coming here with her family for years, long before she became a household name. But this time was different. This time, she wasn’t just here with them. She was here with you.
Jenna Ortega’s parents, Natalie and Edward Ortega, had planned this family trip for weeks, wanting everyone together for a fun day out. Her five siblings—Isaac, Mariah, Mia, Aliyah, and Markus Ortega—were all here too, making sure the day was just as chaotic as it was exciting.
“Okay, we have to go on Space Mountain!”
Aliyah insisted, walking beside you with a grin.
“And no backing out, Jenna.”
Jenna rolled her eyes, but you caught the small smile tugging at her lips.
As the day went on, she was like a little kid again—riding every ride, stuffing her face with churros, wearing Minnie Mouse ears that you had bought her. She took pictures with her nieces and nephews, and kept sneaking glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking.
At one point, as the sun was setting and the castle lit up in the distance, she leaned in close, whispering.
“I love you.”