Author POV-

Morning at Iris’s Bedroom

Sunlight filters through pastel curtains. Bella — perched on the edge of her mother’s bed like a general surveying troops — gazes at the mirrored closet, where Iris kneels among an arsenal of skincare bottles: jars, tubes, spritzers, potions labeled “Brightening Serum,” “Evening Youth Mask,” “Firming Eye Cream,” and more.

Bella (curious, head tilted):

"Mumma, what are all those things?

Her tone is innocent, but her eyes sparkle—this is mystery time."

Bella (eyes wide):

"Mumma, are you getting ready for a chemistry class?"

Iris (smiling, picks up a lotion bottle decorated with flowers):

"Not chemistry—beauty alchemy, darling. These are my skincare potions."

She applies a dime‑sized amount of moisturizer to each cheek, smoothing with delicate fingers.

Iris (smiling warmly, holds up a sleek bottle):

"Oh, my love—it’s my skincare routine. Each of these bottles, jars, and tubes is magic."

Bella’s brows raise. She hops off the bed, pads over, and peers into a rose‑pink jar labeled “Hydra‑Bright Moisturizer.”

Bella (seriously):

"What do they do, exactly?What happens if you use them?"

Iris applies a drop of cream to her cheek with a practiced flourish:

Iris (serenely):

" Well, darling, this helps keep our skin glowing, smooth, blemish‑free—beautiful. They clear, brighten, firm, hydrate—basically a fountain of youth in bottles."

Bella nods, gravely.

Bella (solemnly):

But you’re already so beautiful.

Iris laughs, eyes twinkling, hand fluttering over her heart like a romantic heroine.

Iris:

I know, but these will help keep it that way, darling.

Bella makes a big “O” shape with her mouth as if the revelation is breathtaking. Iris arches an eyebrow.

Iris (teasing):

What’s going on in that little head of yours?

Bella giggles—her eyes dart, she hovers next to Iris.

Bella (whispering conspiratorially in her mother’s ear):

(voice barely audible) …I bet Daddy and the boys would freak out if they had to do this too…

Iris’s eyes sparkle—then widen.

Iris (gasping quietly):

But, Bella… they definitely don’t like doing skincare.

Bella perks up like a mischievous sprite.

Bella (boldly):

Why not?

Iris (rolling her eyes, playful exasperation):

"Oh, sweet girl… trust me, they hate the way the words “skincare” and “morning routine” sound together.

Your brothers absolutely refuse. I once tried to make them all apply a face cream—they turned the house into chaos!"

Bella’s eyes widen in delight,

Her grin grows.

Iris (sighs dramatically):

And your poor father… Alexander—oh! I asked him so sweetly: “Alex, just one dab, your skin will love you!” And he bolted out like someone lit fire to his shoes.

Bella bursts into laughter, little hands clutched to her chest.

Bella (giggling):

Then let’s see how they really resist me.

They exchange a gleam of conspiratorial plotting. Iris narrows her eyes in delight.

Iris (decisively):

Alright… let’s plan.

Bella claps her hands—thrilled. They crouch together like general and lieutenant.

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Act II: Preparation & Strategy

Iris (maternal general):

"I’ll handle everyone else—Enzo, Marco, Domino, Lucas—they’ll bend easily.

But Alexander and Aris—good heavens—they’re allergic to application"

Iris presses her hand to her forehead.

"Alexander—he tosses his head back and growls if I suggest lotion. Aris enters full-blown panic."

Both the father‑son duo—Alexander and Aris—they crank my blood pressure to new heights"

She fluffs imaginary hair with an eye‑roll.

Bella (heroically):

Never fear, Mumma. Bella is here. I will make them comply.

Iris exhales—but with a smile that betrays amusement.

Iris (softly):

"Ok then—go

Go,my skincare crusader"

Bella leaps from the chair like an energetic superhero and dashes from the room.

Bella leaps up, dashing like a sprightly knight to Alexander’s home office door.

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Act III: The Summons

Bella knocks politely, then impatiently.

Bella (yelling):

Daddyyyy! Bubbaaaa!

Inside, Alexander is hunched over paperwork; Aris sits across, tapping something on a tablet. They share a glance that says: child—prepare.

Alexander (calling out):

Come in.

The door swings. Bella bursts in, arms open—grinning.

Bella:

Daddy! Bubba!

They brace for impact.

Alexander (gently amused):

Yes, princess? Want something?

Bella:

Yes.

Aris:

What is it this time?

Bella clasps her hands, eyes wide.

Bella:

You both—come to the living room right now.

Alexander and Aris exchange suspicious glances—they open their mouths, start to ask—but Bella waves them off. She marches out, both of them trailing reluctantly.

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Act IV: The Confrontation – Living Room Assembly

In the living room, sunlight brightens corners and sofas where Enzo, Marco, Domino, Lucas, Leon lounge casually on couches or beanbags. They glance up as Bella and her entourage enter.

Aris (baffled):

What’s going on here?

He notices everyone—including his father—sized up, solemn-eyed, looking as though they expect a very serious announcement.

Bella stands center stage, radiant.

Bella (grandly):

Today—the beautician (i.e. Bella) will take care of EVERYONE’S skin.

She flourishes the skincare kit—jars, tubes, creams—and places them ceremoniously on the coffee table.

Instant silence. A tumble of dread. Eyes flicker. Miranda-like realization sweeps the room.

Alexander (nervously) said and Aris nodded

"Uh… princess, we both have an urgent meeting. You know… outside… we should go."

Enzo (standing):

"U‑uh, I’ve got an urgent… conflict—work, meeting, outside—must go."

Marco (stammering):

"Y‑yeah—I—I have an important, uh—work thing, gotta run."

Domino and Lucas exchange glances, tug at sleeves.

Lucas:

"We… maybe we have a football match today? Yep… gotta dash…"

Domino nods:

"Absolutely, a football match! Definitely."

Domino & Lucas (speaking in unison):

"Football match—team depending on us!"

Leon clears his throat—but he can't escape.

Leon (sheepish):

"Um… I'm actually… on duty? I can’t…"

They edge toward exits, perilously quiet.

They all inch toward the door, stealthy escape artists.

Bella and Iris cross their arms, surveying their retreat with triumphant seriousness.

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Act V: Ultimatums & Compliance

Iris (coldly calm):

"Alexander—if you leave this room now, I can promise you sleeping on the couch for one full week."

Alexander freezes mid-step; he swallows.

Iris (turns to the sons):

"And you boys—if any of you leave now, I will stop talking to you all. Permanently."

They halt—collectively.

Leon snickers, but Bella shoots him a stare.

Bella (icy grin):

Leon, if you don’t stay and let us do this, I’ll simply find another friend.

Leon’s giggle dies. He clamps his lips shut. The room is motionless.

He chokes on his laughter. All contestants collapse onto seats: couch, floor, bean-bag, wherever.

Then—one by one—they slump helplessly onto various seats: sofa, ottoman, floor—whichever is nearest.

Bella and Iris exchange a joyful high five, the kind reserved for successful co-conspirators.

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Act VI: The Treatment Begins

MISSION: skincare for six men, enforced with humor and maternal law.

Iris takes charge. She distributes tiny face‑cloth towels, headbands, spatulas, applicators. Bella organizes “stations”: comfy chair for Alexander, beanbag for Aris, lap desk for the others. She even assigns mock spa names:

Sir Smooth Face (Alexander)

Lord Soft Cheek (Aris)

Count Clear Skin (Enzo)

Viscount Velvet Touch (Marco)

Baron Bright Eyes (Domino)

Prince Poreless (Leon)

The men look bewildered, amused, frightened, and vain—sometimes all at once.

Iris addresses them ceremoniously.

Iris:

We begin with a gentle cleanse. Please remain utterly still—or suffer…

The men’s eyes roll—but they stay.

Enzo looks confused. Marco glances at the floor. Alexander rolls eyes dramatically. Aris glowers with faux-scorn.

Iris (reciting a soothing script):

Now, gentlemen, please relax. Let us begin with cleansing…

Bella smirks.

"If anyone moves or screams—peeled grapes only for breakfast tomorrow."

The men blanch. Alexander shifts onto his chair. Enzo holds in a snort; Marco swallows. Lucas and Domino look as though they're undergoing planting by hypnosis. Leon’s grin is tight.

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Act VII- Spa Scenes: Lots of Funny Bits

1. Facial cleanse stage:

Iris uses cotton pads. Aris shudders.

Aris: "I can’t believe I’m being pampered"

Iris: "Pampered or crawled over with pads—choose your metaphor"

Bella narrates dramatic faux sports commentary:

“Touchdown, Sir Radiant cheek wipes off invisible dirt!”

Iris dips cotton pads into gentle cleanser and begins. Bella narrates for extra effect:

Bella (dramatic announcer):

Stage one—NO TEARS face wipe!

As Iris wipes Aris’s face, he squirms.

2. Toner spritz:

Iris misted faces. Marco sneezes.

Marco: "Am I allergic to beauty?"

Bella: "Only allergic to excuse‑making"

3. Eye cream delicacy:

Giggly drama as Domino resists:

Domino: "You’re touching my eyeballs"

Iris (calm): "They said they wanted lower puffiness"

Bella pretends to commentate in a sports announcer’s voice:

“He winces, but the moisturizer lands… a perfect application!”

4. Moisturizer step:

Lucas inhales deeply.

Lucas: "I smell… cucumber"

Bella: "Congratulations, you’re now 60%  salad🥗".

5. Sunscreen / SPF finale:

Leon glares suspiciously:

Leon: "This is stickier than glue"

Iris: 'Ironic—now your face ‘sticks’ to youth"

Alexander cocks an eyebrow.

Alexander:

"I’ll need a manual after this"

Bella snickers.

Bella:

"Manual in three languages, plus interpretive dance"

Iris applies toner to Enzo, who recoils.

Enzo (joking):

"Is this… witchcraft?"

Iris (deadpan):

"Beauty magic"

Marco’s lips twitch. He looks like he's about to burst in laughter.

Then Lucas, calm but nervous, receives moisturizer.

Domino:

"I feel… minty fresh"

Lucas:

"My face smells like cucumber"

Leon, last in line, receives sunscreen.

Leon:

"I’m glowing—like I ate a sparkler"

Bella claps, delighted.

While the routine continues:

Enzo's phone vibrates. He fumbles it. Bella confiscates it.

Bella: "If you text Sun for skincare tips, you lose a point"

Enzo: "Fine. I’ll text Dad for body lotion"

Marco gets lotion on his shirt accidentally.

Marco: "I stuck your pink blob!"

Bella: "You now smell like bubblegum—strike three if you call it 'uncool'."

Domino sneezes. Lotion goes airborne. Lands on Aris.

Domino: "Sorry—sinuses attacked."

Aris: "I think I’m CAR glowing now."

Lucas starts nodding off.

Iris (gently): "Don’t fall asleep—you might get foundation applied by accident"

The chaos amplifies, turns into laughter, yet everyone stays put.

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Act VIII: Reactions & Revelations

Once the men are done, they examine themselves in handheld mirrors Bella hands out.

First, Alexander inspects:

Alexander: Well… I actually look rested. it’s not bad. I look… refreshed"

He swipes hair back, smirks.

Aris touches his cheek. Frowns, then softly murmurs:

Aris:  "Hmm… no breakouts, Okay… it’s smoother"

Bella beams.

Enzo frowns then breaks into a grin:

Enzo: "My pores are like... smaller versions of themselves."

He cracks a tiny peace-sign joke

Marco touches his face warily.

Marco: "Feels… silkier than my guitar pick."

He glances at Bella with tentative approval.

Lucas holds his mirror.

Lucas: "Is this what celebrities feel? No red spots!

If I do this twice a week—I can be MVP of Glow"

He deflates his shoulders in relief.

Leon winks appreciatively.

Leon:

"I’m basically an Instagram filter now

Or basically a walking filter"

They chuckle. The tension dissolves into bonding chatter.

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Act IX: Post‑Spa Mayhem

Triumphant tunes in their heads? Possibly. But what happens when the routine ends?

Bella stands tall, diary‑style monologue:

Bella:

Mission accomplished—except they want more.

She addresses the assembled crew.

Bella (gravely):

Now you owe me one… spa day with me and Mumma next week.

Alexander groans—but with a small smile.

Alexander:

Do I have a choice?

Bella shakes her head resolutely.

Bella:

Nope. Mother‑daughter duo. And you get to be my assistant.

Aris pretends to faint dramatically.

Aris:

Assistant? I’m not cleaning face cream off myself.

Bella (macabre tone):

Yes—plus fetching snacks.

The whole room bursts into laughter. Even Alexander can’t hold it.

Iris (smiling, to Bella):

Victory, my darling.

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Act X: Wrap‑up & Family Heart

Later, the men gather in the kitchen, mugs of tea, faces radiant and cheeks red from playful exertion.

Iris (raising her mug):

"To family—willing to embarrass ourselves for a bit of moisturizer."

They toast, laughter ripples.

Alexander:

I gotta admit—this was surprisingly… enjoyable.

Enzo:

Feeds the ego, that one.

Marco:

Next time can we have cucumber slices on eyes?

Bella grins, heroic.

Bella:

That’s optional—could lead to disaster.

Leon:

I think I might actually do this on weekends now.

Aris peeks around a corner.

Aris:

Only because Mum threatened eternal couch exile.

Iris approaches with a quiet maternal pride. She nudges Bella.

Iris:

Great job, love.

They share a hug.

Bella hugs Iris, whispers:

We did well.

Iris, voice soft:

Even Dad and the boys are glowing.

Alexander (calling from across table):

Hey—I want next time a fancy robe.

Bella laughs.

Bella:

Deal—but you can only wear pink.

Alexander groans, dramatic exasperation fueling laughter around.

And with that harmonious chaos and laughter echoing softly through the house, the scene ends: father‑son duo tamed, skincare ministered, beauty and humor both conserved. The family finds bonding not just in laughter, but shared silliness, compromise, and unexpected pleasure at caring for themselves—and each other.

Each brother sneaks a bathroom selfie after the spa. They post stories in a private family chat. Bella audits them and judges highest glow score. The brother with the most vanity selfie tag wins a free face mask next time.

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Family Love, Laughter & Glow

As the day ends, the men quietly touch their faces, marvel. Even Aris catches his cheek in reflection—hesitantly, softly acknowledging results.

Alexander looks at Bella:

Alexander: I abdicate—I’m your spa assistant-in-chief.

Bella stands tall—victory.

Bella: My domain, Dad.

Iris looks around her radiant brood.

Iris (softly):

This was worth every flinch.

Bella smiles wide, with mother and brothers around her.

Bella (piqued):

Wait until next week—Operation Glow II.

They groan, laugh, but sparkling resolve lingers. The chaotic joy of a family bonding through the ridiculous but tende

r—skincare, silliness, and surprising soft moments.

End Scene.

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