Chapter 6 Premium Chaos, Celebrity Edition
Arielle peeked through the tinted window of the sleek black car.
Okay. Breathe. This is fine. Totally normal. Totally normal celebrities going shopping…
She adjusted her oversized sunglasses and carefully tugged a silk scarf over her head.
Her sons were similarly disguised: baseball caps, sunglasses, and low-profile designer streetwear.
But even with all the precaution, they radiated…
perfection.
Darian sat in the passenger seat, quietly reviewing the “security plan” the staff had emailed him earlier.
Rhett leaned against the window, smirking, clearly enjoying the absurdity of trying to hide his gym-honed arms under a hoodie.
Zayden scrolled through his phone, checking notifications from their manager: “Fans spotted near the mall.” Emrys hummed softly, half-absorbed in adjusting his scarf so it covered the perfect jawline only fans would recognize instantly.
Arielle’s inner monologue screamed:
Oh no. Oh no no no. I’m a celebrity mom now. My sons are like… impossibly attractive celebrities. If anyone sees us, it’s over. My premium chaos life could literally explode in ten seconds.
The valet opened the car door. Arielle stepped out carefully, trying to glide gracefully while hiding behind her bag, scarf, and sunglasses. Her heart thudded in rhythm with the security team’s whispered instructions:
“Walk slowly. Avoid the main corridor. Private entrance through Section C.”
She nodded nervously. “Yes, yes, totally casual.”
Even the sons weren’t immune to the anxiety.
Darian gave a silent nod. Rhett whispered something about “fans everywhere.” Zayden muttered, “We need to be quick,” while Emrys flicked his gaze toward Arielle, smiling faintly as if to reassure her.
Arielle gripped her designer tote like a life raft.
Focus. Breathe. Don’t faint in public. Don’t fangirl over your own sons. Premium chaos only.
They moved quickly through the back elevators, avoiding the main atriums, and emerged in the private wing. Only then did Arielle relax slightly—just slightly. Racks of dresses, shoes, and skincare products gleamed under soft lighting.
Yes. This is safer. Safe and expensive.
The shopping began.
Arielle picked up lip balms, gently testing the shades while thinking:
Okay. Normal shopping. Totally fine. No one will notice me. Definitely not my idol/actor son behind me.
But of course, she was wrong.
Emrys hovered, offering a matching pair of heels with a faint smile.
“These will go perfectly,” he said, voice quiet, almost conspiratorial.
Rhett leaned in from the other side, giving subtle fashion advice that made Arielle’s head spin. Zayden adjusted a scarf on her shoulder. Darian silently approved her choices.
Stop it, Arielle. This is ridiculous. Why do all four sons keep doing this?!
Meanwhile, Arielle had to be aware of the crowd. Despite the precautions, a few sharp-eyed fans recognized them.
Oh no. Please don’t scream. Don’t post on TikTok. Don’t… oh, I see someone taking a picture.
She ducked slightly behind a display. Her scarf slipped.
PANIC MODE: ACT CASUAL. Breathe. Pretend you’re checking out the designer handbags.
Then, her sons fiancees arrived,coincidentally they were shopping in the same mall
One fiancée, polite and sweet, appeared with a bag she insisted Arielle try on. Arielle smiled nervously, nodding. Another fiancée—the poisonous type—hovered nearby, eyes sharp, clearly analyzing every interaction.
Okay, focus. Focus on shopping. Focus on not dying. Focus on premium chaos.
Hours passed in a blur. Dresses were tried on, shoes tested, handbags weighed (metaphorically, but very seriously).
Arielle’s arms were full of purchases, sons still coordinating everything flawlessly, and the fiancée tension quietly simmering in the background.
By the time they left the private wing, Arielle was breathless—not from carrying the bags, but from keeping up with the chaos, her sons’ attention, and her own fangirl moments.
I am officially spoiled, she thought, sinking into the back of the car.
And dangerously happy about it.
Even with celebrity precautions, this was her life now: chaotic, expensive, full of sons who inexplicably adored her, and fans lurking everywhere. Premium chaos indeed.