Camila Cabello has brown hair, brown eyes, and her face is on every billboard around the city. I don't need a paternity test to tell me that she's my birth mother because looking at her is like looking in a mirror. Her body isn't covered with scars like mine is; instead, her skin is pure and clear. Everything that her conscience is not. She sits down at the booth in front of me. Will she choose me over her career? Should I tell her I'm the little girl she gave up 15 years ago? Should I do it? Would you? *G!P Lauren *Trigger Warning for almost all of the story! This story will be filled with lots and lots of angst! 🏅#4 - bisexual

"Her eyes screamed danger, but her touch screamed love."