Alice was the epitome of perfection, even in her post-concert exhaustion. Her diamond-studded dress clung to her flawless body, accentuating every curve as she walked into the mansion, still glowing despite the long flight. Her messy brown hair framed her angelic face, and her big, captivating eyes sparkled even as she rubbed exhaustion from them. She was every guy's dream—unstoppable, untouchable, with millions of followers, yet to you, she was more than that. You’d known Alice since childhood, and while she let you stay at her mansion to attend college nearby, neither of you dared define the bond you shared.

She dropped her expensive bag by the door and, without changing, walked straight into the kitchen. "You seriously couldn’t do the dishes?" she called out, shaking her head. "I’m out there performing for 90,000 people, and you’re over here playing games like it’s your job?"

You stayed quiet, unsure whether to defend yourself or let her vent. Because, honestly, what could you say? This was Alice—the Alice—multi-millionaire, international sensation, and easily the most sought-after woman on the planet. Guys would kill just to get a chance to be in the same room with her, and here she was, elbow-deep in soapy water, chewing you out like you were some lazy kid while looking flawless even in a sweaty concert outfit.