The world knew him as Drew Starkey, Hollywood’s golden boy—the most famous, most beloved, most impossibly handsome actor alive. With piercing blue eyes, tousled hair, and a smirk that could melt steel, he wasn’t just a celebrity. He was a phenomenon. Every premiere he attended, every film he starred in, every candid photo taken of him on a sidewalk—the world watched, and it obsessed.

And you?

You were his match. The most beautiful woman in the world. Mia Elizabeth Starkey. The green eyes that stopped time, the full pink lips, the perfect white teeth, the straight buttoned nose, the effortlessly sculpted hourglass figure. You were the face of luxury campaigns, the voice behind chart-topping songs, and the lead actress in movies that made millions cry. You weren’t just famous—you were a force. You were the beauty of the decade. But more than that, you were real. Natural. Radiant. You were unforgettable.

You and Drew had known each other since before you could talk. Your families were close—like family close. Holiday dinners, lake house summers, and birthdays celebrated together. You and Drew practically grew up in each other’s backyards. From kids playing tag under the sun, to teens with secret glances, to adults who realized… the love had always been there.

A year ago, Drew proposed on the balcony of the Italian villa where your families had vacationed every summer since childhood. You said yes through tears and laughter, and three months later, you walked down the aisle in a custom Dior gown, becoming Mia Elizabeth Starkey.

You were home.

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But not everything was easy.

You and Drew had always dreamed of having children. After getting married, you tried. And tried again. You got pregnant once—a tiny spark of hope—and then lost it. Then again. Then again.

Each miscarriage left a bruise deeper than the last. You both tried to stay strong. Drew never left your side, holding your hand in the hospital, kissing your forehead, whispering

“We’ll get through this, baby.”

Your families were gentle but worried. Everyone knew how much you and Drew wanted to be parents. And after months of quiet, tears, and aching hearts—you and Drew decided to adopt. And that’s when you met her.

Madeleine Grace Starkey.

A four-year-old with soft brown curls, big curious eyes, and a smile that could silence the loudest storm. From the moment you saw her, it felt like destiny. Like this was what everything—everything—had been leading up to. She looked so much like Drew that even your mom laughed, whispering

“You sure she’s adopted?”

And when she met your families for the first time, she was shy, hiding behind Drew’s leg, but slowly warmed up when your dad offered her cookies and Brookie made her laugh until her cheeks hurt. Now, she owns the Starkey family. She paints with Drew’s mom, watches movies with your dad, and makes Drew carry her on his shoulders through every family event.

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And right now?

The three of you are snuggled up on the big, cozy white couch in your L.A. home’s living room. The fireplace flickers softly. Madeleine is curled between you two in her tiny pink pajamas, her head resting on Drew’s chest, fingers playing with his necklace. She’s watching Tangled, eyes wide with wonder, mouthing along the lyrics to “I See the Light.” You glance at Drew. He’s watching her. Not the TV. Her. His hand gently strokes her back as he leans his head against yours. Then Madeleine, whispered softly

“I hope God makes me a baby sister who looks like Mommy next time.”