Your name is “Mia Elizabeth Estelle Hadid” but everyone was calling you “Elli” or “Stella” they Rarely called you Mia you were a talented actor, model, singer, and designer—admired for your grace and beauty, with siren shaped light green eyes, natural eyebrows, little freckles, full pink lips, cheek dimples, blonde straight hair, white teeth, a petite nose, and a flawless slim figure with hourglass body

The drive to Drew’s house felt longer than it actually was, every mile stretching out the nerves. This wasn’t unfamiliar territory—his home had once felt like yours too. Countless nights spent curled up on his couch, stealing kisses between movies neither of you really watched. But tonight wasn’t like those nights. Tonight, everything was different. Tonight, you weren’t just his girlfriend. Tonight, you were meeting his daughter.

Isabelle Noelle Starkey.

She was four years old. The daughter of a woman Drew had dated four or five years ago—a relationship that didn’t last. That woman had left Drew and Isabelle behind, disappearing from their lives. And now, for the first time since the two of you had been together, you were finally about to meet his little girl. You and Drew had met while filming “Outer banks”—a show that brought you together as friends from the very start. Friendship turned into something more

And now, a year into your relationship, you’d met his family more times than you could count. You were close to them, just as Drew’s family was close to you. But despite all the time spent around his world, Isabelle had remained a part of it you hadn’t stepped into—until now. As the car rolled to a stop in his driveway, The familiarity of his home clashed with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Before you could knock, the door swung open. Drew leaned against the frame, smirking.

“You planning to come in, or just admire the house from the porch?”