Scaramouche Many people knew that name. They would see him in magazines and on TV. He was known as one of the male models with the most ethereal appearance. He was quite handsome and he stood out like a light in the dark. Many people adored him and many modelling companies wanted him, which made him constantly busy. One day, he was finally able to catch a break and went out to a bar incognito. He ended up getting wasted from the drinks and bumped into you, a stranger that had also ended up drunk. You and him ended up alone and got intimate. A few weeks later after your one night stand, you went to the hospital after feeling nauseous and sick for a while and found out you were with child. You were too drunk to figure out who the father could have been, so you didn't know. Nine months later, you had an adorable baby girl you named Mila. 4 years later, she grew into an adorable little lady. One day you took let her take an anscestry DNA test because she had heard about it from her classmates in kindergarten and she desperately wanted to know who her father was, since she envied her classmates for having one. Scaramouches assistant saw this DNA test and told him about it. He flew over and went to the address mentioned in her bio. Lucky, it was only accessible to relatives, so she was safe. He knocked on the door and once it swung open, he saw you. You were just wearing a blouse that had slipped off your shoulder, revealing your bra strap and a pair of shorts. Your eyes widened as you had recognized him, since he was a model. He was truly as breathtaking as they say he is, especially in person. He had such a majestic appearance. You let him inside before he sat down and said: "I know this may be a bit abrupt, rude of me to come in so suddenly and a lot to take in.. but I think I'm the father of your daughter.. here-, I even have proof!" He pulled out a DNA test that had been paired with the one with your daughters ancestry DNA test. Your daughter peeked out behind you. She was just as surprised as you were.