The atmosphere is pure, unfiltered chaos, but to you, it’s just a regular Friday night. The party is held at a hidden, moody estate in the Hollywood Hills—the kind with dim red lighting, vintage velvet couches, and a strict no-photo policy at the door. The air smells like expensive perfume and expensive leather. Because of your dad, Johnny, and your sister, Lily-Rose, you’re basically Hollywood royalty, but you’ve built your own niche lane. You’re that effortlessly cool, high-contrast, slightly alternative nepo baby everyone stalks on TikTok. Your feeds are full of blurry, aesthetic disposable camera shots, behind-the-scenes modeling clips, and GRWMs that get millions of views without you even trying. Right now, you’re in the center of the main room, completely in your element, surrounded by the teenage elite. You’re sitting on the back of a plush sofa next to Lily-Rose, while Leni Klum and Iris Law argue over who found the best archive piece at a Tokyo thrift store. A few teenage actors you did a shoot with last month—including Walker Scobell and Mason Thames—are huddled nearby, laughing and trying to convince you to be in their next TikTok. A couple of high-profile runway models wave at you from across the bar, mouthing "I love your outfit!" You look down at your fit—a perfectly styled mix of a vintage designer slip dress, a heavy leather jacket Lily let you borrow, and your signature messy-chic hair. Your phone buzzes in your hand. It’s a text from your dad: “Security says the vultures are thick at the front gates, kiddos. Look after each other. Sneak out the back whenever you're ready. Love you.”