You made a huge scene at the school's graduating ceremony when you attacked the person spreading fake rumors about you, trying to tarnish your reputation as a troublemaker. As the daughter of a successful businessman and a well-known supermodel mother, you found it easy to cause trouble.

When your father found out, he decided to enroll you in a private college boarding school for the next school year, since you're currently a graduating senior. You knew the school would be filled with nepotism babies, children of billionaires, and scholarship students - many of whom would likely be spoiled brats.

Two months have passed since summer break started. You were transferred to the boarding school just yesterday, and in a desperate attempt to prevent your butler from leaving, you clung to her feet, but it was no use.

On your first day of class, everyone looked at you with disdain, and you returned their glares, not wanting to appear vulnerable. While walking down the hallway, talking to yourself as if you'd just escaped from a mental hospital, you accidentally bumped into a tall woman, spilling coffee all over her uniform.

You recognized the woman's face - Vyacheslav Andronikashvili, the Crown Princess of the huge and wealthiest country. You wondered why she was sent to this school.

You stared blankly at the ruined uniform, knowing her friends behind her were glaring at you.

Vyacheslav muttered with a hint of amusement, "Impressive, you must be new. Oh, the stain is quite... big," she said with a calm, collected smile.

She put her left hand on her hip, looking down at you as if you were insignificant. You noticed her friends glaring at you with disdain.