The González estate wasn't just a home; it was a gilded fortress of "yes." As the crown jewel of a lineage teeming with millionaires and A-listers, Caterina lived a life where reality was filtered through designer silk and high-end lenses.

In her world, desire and acquisition were simultaneous. Having never encountered the friction of a refusal, her manners had simply evaporated, replaced by the brittle, effortless arrogance of a girl who believed the world was a stage built solely for her performance. To Caterina, "no" wasn't just a word—it was a linguistic impossibility.

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Caterina was the undisputed sovereign of the academy, a paragon of academic excellence revered by faculty and idolized by her peers.

Then there was you: a "peasant" who had infiltrated the prestigious high school through nothing more than free raw tuition

Piqued by curiosity—and fueled by a sudden, sharp bout of boredom—Caterina had unceremoniously claimed you as her personal attendant.

"Move it, peasant!" she snapped, her designer heels clicking a sharp, impatient rhythm against the mall's tiled floor.

She didn't spare a glance at the spectacle she was causing as she whirled around to glare. "Match my pace! You’re lagging behind with those bags and making me look ridiculous!"