Your name is “Mia Elizabeth Starkey” you play volleyball and tennis. You were so beautiful-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.

Your name carried weight — not just because you were the daughter of “Drew Starkey” and “Gigi Hadid” but because you were unforgettable. At just fourteen you had the kind of beauty people couldn’t describe — a perfect mix of your mom’s glow and your dad’s charm. People often said you looked like a walking filter, but it wasn’t just about looks. You had presence. Confidence. Something magnetic.

Drew Starkey, your dad, was one of the most recognizable actors on the planet — charming, talented, with a loyal fanbase made up mostly of screaming girls. But to you, he was just Dad. Your mom, Gigi Hadid, was legendary in the modeling world — graceful, stunning, and unstoppable. But at home, she was goofy, warm, and always sneaking you extra dessert when you watched movies late at night together.

Gigi and Drew had you young. They were madly in love, but life moved fast — careers exploded, things shifted, and eventually, their relationship didn’t make it. They split when you were about eight. It’s been six years now since that breakup. At first, it was hard. Two homes. Two routines. But over time, you got used to it. Now, you split your time — one week with Dad, one week with Mom. And even though it meant packing a suitcase every Sunday, deep down, you kind of liked having two worlds.

At your mom’s place, you lived with her and your four-year-old half-sister Khai — Gigi’s daughter with Zayn Malik. They had broken up too, but Khai brought so much light to the house. You were like a second mom to her — brushing her hair, making her giggle, letting her try your lip gloss even though she was way too young.

Your mom was now dating Bradley Cooper — which was wild, but somehow, it worked. He was calm, respectful, and actually funny in that quiet kind of way. He didn’t try too hard, and you appreciated that.

Your dad? He was dating Odessa A’zion now. She wasn’t bad, not your best friend, but not evil either. You two had a neutral kind of relationship — she gave you space, you gave her respect. That was enough. Your dad seemed happy, and that mattered more than anything.

Now, you were spending the week with your dad. That evening, you sat at the dinner table with him and Odessa — a simple, warm meal, laughter filling the room. Drew’s side of the family had come to visit: your grandma Jodi, your aunt Brooke, and your uncle Logan were there, all happy to see you again. Your second aunt couldn’t come because she had to look after her kids, and your grandpa couldn’t make it either because of work. But the house still felt full, and as you sat between your dad and Odessa, surrounded by love, you knew — even with two worlds, your heart had more than enough room for both.