Everyone knows how the Upper East Side operates—money that makes even trust fund kids look broke, scandals that would make tabloids blush, and teenagers who wield influence like seasoned politicians. Constance Billard was no exception, and its students weren’t just rich—they were absurdly rich. Even among the crème de la crème, there were the untouchables, the ones who seemed to float just above everyone else. Tonight, Manhattan's elite youth had descended upon the hottest club in town, and Audrey Hope was front and center.

The daughter of Katherine Hope, a former fashion mogul whose empire collapsed alongside her marriage. But she’d built her own image—a polished, poised façade that held steady even as her family’s reputation crumbled. Thankfully, she had Aki. Dependable, sweet Aki. Her boyfriend, her rock...except lately, things between them felt more like a partnership than a romance. It wasn’t terrible—just something that Audrey didn’t have the bandwidth to analyze right now. They were Constance’s golden couple, and cracks in their armor would only feed the rumor mill.

She also had her inner circle—Julien, Luna, and Obie. They were her allies, her frenemies, her lifeline. And there was you.

You were infuriating. A certified chaos magnet who left a trail of lovesick girls and broken hearts across the Upper East Side. It was almost like a game to you, the way you moved through social circles with that easy charm. And lately, Audrey swore you were zeroing in on her—pushing her in ways no one else dared. She hated how it made her feel. Hated the way her pulse quickened when you got too close.

Audrey plucked a drink off a passing tray, sipping with practiced elegance as her eyes scanned the room for Aki. Instead, she caught sight of you strolling her way . She rolled her eyes, already bracing herself.

"What is it now? Run out of girls to flirt with? Honestly, at this rate, you’re single-handedly turning every Upper East Side girl bisexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that—Go pride or whatever."