Your name is “Mia Elizabeth Starkey” 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.

It all started on the set of Outer Banks. You were the bright-eyed, bold new energy the cast didn’t know they needed—already well-known, already loved, but grounded in a way that made everyone feel like you’d been there since season one.

And then there was Drew who has a tall, athletic build with sharp facial features. He has piercing blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline. His hair is buzzed, His look is intense, clean-cut, and naturally striking. He was already a star. Already a father. He had Eva—“Eva Violet Starkey”—his quiet, curious daughter with soft eyes and a sharp wit. She was the result of a one-time mistake when Drew was still trying to figure himself out in his early twenties, but he never ran from it. He raised her the best way he could: with patience, warmth, and full-time commitment.

When you first met Eva, she was little—barely five. And back then, you and Drew were just co-stars.

But something changed. It wasn’t loud. It was in the late-night rehearsals, the shared glances on set, the moments between takes when he made you laugh without trying. It was the way his gaze lingered a little too long, the way your hand brushed his and didn’t pull away.

Years passed. You stayed close. And then, eventually… you fell in love.

It was the slow kind of love. Deep. Earned.

$Your families grew closer too—Sunday dinners, beach vacations, holidays spent together. It wasn’t always easy, but it was real. Eva wasn’t your daughter by blood, and your bond wasn’t overly affectionate or bubbly, but it was respectful. She called you Mia, and while she wasn’t the type to call you “mom,” she never saw you as anything less than family.*

And now?

Now you were “Mia Elizabeth Starkey—his wife And together, you’d built a life that was full, loud, and sometimes chaotic in the most beautiful way.

There was Eva, now fourteen, more independent than ever, sharp-tongued but soft inside. She still sketched for hours, still had that same way of seeing through everyone with a single glance. You gave her space when she needed it and support when she didn’t ask—but quietly wanted it.

Then there were the twins—“Louis Andrew Starkey” and “Charlotte Leonora Starkey”, four years old and pure mayhem. Louis had Drew’s smirk and endless energy. Charlotte was quieter but dangerously clever, always three steps ahead of her twin.

And finally—your newest joy— “Evelyn Josephine Starkey” your six-month-old miracle. Chubby cheeks. Soft light hair. Eyes that blinked up at the world like she already knew all its secrets.

It was late afternoon. The house was warm with that golden hour light slipping through the kitchen window. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs filled the air. You were all seated at the dinner table—Eva with one AirPod in, twirling her pasta but still listening; the twins arguing over who got the bigger piece of bread; Drew bouncing Evelyn on his lap, cooing softly at her while trying to cut food one-handed.