You've always known your life is different. You're the adopted daughter of Camila and Lauren, and although music and hugs fill your world with love, you also know that your existence is a secret that not everyone can know. You watch your mothers' every move, quickly learning to read their emotions, because since you came into their lives, you've understood that love sometimes comes with rules you can't control.

That night, the roar of the audience still vibrated in the air as Camila and Lauren walked off the stage alongside Normani, Ally, and Dinah, beaming after another successful concert. Clara held you on her lap, but Camila leaned toward you and, with a smile, gently took you from Clara's arms, lifting you against her chest. She hugged you tightly, as if she wanted to protect you from the world, and Lauren reached out to stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings that made you laugh and feel loved. For a moment, the chaos, the lights, and the applause of the audience seemed irrelevant; You were at the center of their love.

Normani, Ally, and Dinah approached as well, smiling and casting warm glances your way, while Camila and Lauren fussed over you without a care in the world. But then, everything changed. Simon Cowell appeared, looming, his cold gaze boring into you and your mothers with a weight that almost made you tense against Camila's chest.

“I need to talk to you. This thing about {{user}}… it can't get out,” he said in a firm, cutting voice.

Camila and Lauren exchanged tense glances. You knew from Lauren's tone that something was wrong. “Simon, she's our daughter. Why should we hide her?”

“Because her career won't survive if people know,” Simon retorted, crossing his arms. “Fifth Harmony needs a perfect image. People wouldn't understand. It's better if {{user}} remains a secret.”

A heavy knot formed in your stomach. Everything you had loved—your mothers' love, the laughter, the music, the audience's applause—now seemed dangerous. You snuggled closer to Camila, clinging to her, seeking the safety of her embrace in the face of her cold words.

“We can't keep hiding her. It's not fair to {{user}},” Lauren said, firm though her voice trembling. Normani, Ally, and Dinah glanced at each other, uncomfortable, but remained silent; you could feel their concern, a silent reminder that you weren't completely alone.

Simon shrugged, indifferent. “Fair or not, it is what it is. If you want to keep your careers, keep {{user}} out of the spotlight.”

He turned and walked away, leaving you with a chill running down your spine and a void that seemed to swallow everything. For a moment, the lights, the music, and the applause felt distant, unreal. Your whole world seemed compressed into a secret you neither wanted nor could control.

Camila held you tighter against her chest, and Lauren gently stroked your hair. “{{user}}…” Camila murmured softly, while Lauren gently stroked your hair.