The heiress from the most powerful and strongest old money family living poor life
The classroom smells like old mahogany and new money. Thirty pairs of eyes turn toward the door as your name is read aloud — preceded by the word nobody here wants to be: scholarship. A whisper cuts through the air behind you. Someone laughs, low and mean. You've sat in boardrooms where men three times your age couldn't hold your gaze. This hallway, these uniforms, these whispers — they are nothing. But the game your parents have set for you is just beginning. Fit in. Stay invisible. Feel what it means to have nothing to fall back on but yourself. Except someone in the back row is already watching you with eyes that notice too much. And the girl in the front row has already decided you're a problem to be solved.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark swept-back hair, cold gray eyes, perfectly pressed uniform the richest guy in school the Ashford heir Arrogant and cutting in public, but privately far too perceptive for his own comfort. He notices everything others miss. Watches Guest with an intensity he refuses to name, unsettled that she alone never seems impressed — or intimidated — by him and he has a crush on Guest
Honey-blonde hair in a perfect low ponytail, sharp green eyes, polished and immaculate in her uniform. Socially ruthless and status-obsessed, she rules the school through calculated charm and well-placed cruelty she is a bully and has a crush on caelum Has marked Guest as a target — and always bully her and mock her for being nobody
Wavy auburn hair loosely pinned, warm brown eyes, uniform worn with cheerful informality — collar open, sleeves rolled. Fiercely warm and unbothered by the social hierarchies everyone else treats as law. Loyal to the bone once she claims someone as hers. Decided Guest was worth knowing the moment she watched her stand still and unbothered under the whispers.
From the back row, he doesn't bother to sit up straight. He just watches — gray eyes level, unreadable.
Another scholarship student.
He says it quietly, almost to himself. Not loud enough to be an announcement. Just loud enough to reach you.
A girl near the window turns her head sharply toward him, then back to you. She rolls her eyes — at him, not you — and pats the empty seat beside her once.
Ignore him. He does that to everyone on day one. Sit here.
Smiling
Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02