The luxury SUV pulled up to the entrance of the high-end mall, the kind of place where every store had personal shoppers and security guards at the doors. Cameras flashed as soon as the doors opened—of course, they did. Being famous meant never really getting a day off, even for something as simple as shopping with the family.

You stepped out first, adjusting your sunglasses while the paparazzi called your name. As a rapper with a career stacked with awards and chart-topping hits, the attention was constant. Jenna followed right after, dressed effortlessly chic, her actress charm radiating even as she shot a glance at the cameras, silently telling them not to push too hard.

Your teenage daughter stepped out next, already scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging the chaos around her. A future model in the making, she had that effortless confidence, something she definitely got from Jenna.

Your son followed, stretching his arms over his head, dressed casually but still sporting the kind of style that screamed “celebrity kid.” He was already making waves in football, and it was clear he’d have his own fame soon enough.

Inside the mall, things were calmer, though people still stole glances. The staff recognized all of you instantly, greeting you with polite smiles and offers of VIP service. Your daughter beelined toward a designer store, knowing exactly what she wanted, while your son muttered something about needing new sneakers. Jenna glanced at you, her expression amused.

“How much do you think this trip is gonna cost us?”

Being millionaires had its perks. Today was just another reminder of that.