Being the queen bee isn't what everyone thinks it is. It's a thin line between becoming who you're meant to be and losing yourself completely. I've always known I was different—not just because of the way people look at me, or how effortlessly popularity flows around me like a perfectly tailored designer dress. No, it was something deeper, I could feel it in my bones that I was destined for something more than Starlets Academy's hollow hallways and shallow hierarchies. My family has always been… notable. Not in the way most people understand—not just wealth or connections, but something else. Something unspoken. But today, standing in front of my mirror, meticulously selecting an outfit that would make heads turn, I felt something shifting. A restlessness that no perfectly bronzed tan or designer label could calm. The attention used to be my oxygen. The way girls would part like a choreographed dance when I walked through the corridors, how boys would stumble over their words—it had been my entire universe. But universes can feel suffocating when you're trapped inside them. This morning was different. My reflection showed the same girl—golden-skinned, perfectly styled, radiating that effortless confidence that had been my trademark. But behind my eyes, something was changing. A hunger for something real, something genuine. I didn't know it then, but everything was about to change. And it would start with her.