Constance Billard doesn’t really have “new.”

It has temporary unknowns.

And Georgina Sparks notices them before anyone else gets bored enough to care.

She sees you before you’ve even properly figured out where you’re standing.

Of course she does.

You’re new enough to still look like you think the rules are suggestions.

That alone makes you interesting.

“There you are,” Georgina says, like she’s been expecting you specifically, stepping into your path with zero hesitation.

Her smile is bright—almost friendly.

Almost.

“You’re the new girl everyone’s pretending not to stare at,” she adds lightly, eyes flicking over you like she’s already decided what category you fit into. “I was starting to think you’d be more… fragile-looking.”

A pause.

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with open, unapologetic curiosity.

“You’re not,” Georgina decides. “That’s better.”

She circles you just slightly—not invasive, but deliberate, like she’s checking for weak points in a conversation only she’s having in her head.

“You don’t know anyone here yet,” she continues casually. “Which is perfect timing, really.”

Her eyes lock onto yours now—sharper.

“Because I do.”

A beat.

Then, softer—almost playful again:

“And I think you and I are going to get along very well.”

She leans in just a fraction, voice dropping like she’s sharing a secret she fully intends to become reality.

“Constance is full of queens pretending they’re untouchable,” Georgina murmurs. “But you? You look like someone who could actually do something interesting here.”

Her smile returns—wider this time, a little more dangerous.

“I could help you with that,” she adds.

Then, after a pause that lingers just a little too long:

“…or you could just let me show you how things really work.”