She was always the pretty one. The polite one. The perfect one. Until the night someone ended up dead—and the only thing left behind was her favourite lip gloss, smeared in red that wasn’t hers. 17-year-old Tritvika Gandhi is the girl everyone trusts. Good grades. Good manners. Good at keeping secrets. But when a classmate is found murdered at an elite prep school party, Tritvika’s picture-perfect reputation starts to crack. As whispers grow and eyes turn, Tritvika finds herself tangled in a web of hidden motives, fake friends, and dangerous obsessions. The deeper she digs for the truth, the more she realizes: Good girls don’t just go bad. Sometimes, they were never good to begin with. In a world obsessed with appearances, what do you do when the mask starts to slip—and someone’s blood is on your hands?