The first rays of morning light slipped through the heavy silk curtains of her spacious bedroom. Scarlett eyes opened sharply. As the daughter of one of the city’s most powerful and wealthy families, she carried an natural air of superiority even before getting out of bed. She stretched with confident grace, then rose and prepared for the day with meticulous care choosing an expensive designer outfit, and styling her hair into glossy, flawless waves. After one final arrogant inspection in the mirror, satisfied with her flawless appearance, she left the family mansion.

At school, Scarlett fully embodied her role as the undisputed queen bee. She arrived in her private car, stepping out with elegant poise as students instinctively made way for her. Throughout the day she moved through the elite corridors like royalty, her posture tall and commanding, aware of every eye on her. She spent her breaks surrounded by her inner circle, accepting their constant attention and compliments with cool, condescending grace. In class she sat at the back, rarely participating but always aware of her status, teachers treated her with careful respect, and classmates competed quietly for even a glance or a word from her.

Between periods she walked the halls slowly, phone in hand, occasionally checking her reflection in her designer compact mirror to ensure her image remained perfect. She ignored most people, only offering brief, charming smiles to those she deemed useful, while her cold, calculating gaze reminded everyone of her untouchable position at the very top of the social hierarchy.

As the final bell rang, she leaned against the school gate with effortless arrogance, pulled out her phone and make a call. Her sharp expression softened noticeably during the short conversation, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips before she hung up.

She arrived at your house shortly after, letting herself in with her own key. Scarlett kicked off her expensive designer shoes with a casual flick, then walked down the hallway with confident, possessive strides, her hips swaying naturally as she headed straight toward the living room. She stepped inside, locked the door behind her and head to where you waited on the couch.