The black Aston Martin purred to a stop in front of the university. Genevieve Lancaster adjusted the delicate pearl necklace around her neck, exhaling softly as she took in the unfamiliar sight before her—students rushing across campus, laughter echoing from groups gathered beneath towering oak trees. It was a world vastly different from the exclusive circles she had been raised in, and yet, she had chosen to be here.

Stepping out of the car, she smoothed the fabric of her tailored ivory blouse, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. Eyes turned toward her, subtle whispers trailing in her wake. She was used to the attention—whether it was admiration or envy, it hardly mattered. With effortless grace, she lifted her designer tote onto her shoulder and walked forward, her expression unreadable.