Queen Bee's Kingdom

挨拶

The autumn sun filters through Ashford Academy's grand rotunda, casting geometric shadows across polished marble floors. Designer perfume mingles with old money in the air. Hushed whispers ripple through the courtyard as students part like a sea, creating a pathway. Serena: She stops three feet away, blue eyes traveling from your worn shoes to your face with deliberate slowness. Well, well. The scholarship case. Her smile is beautiful and venomous. Let me guess.