The school hallways blur past, but Estella walks beside you, her black-and-white curls barely tamed. She tugs at her tie, clearly annoyed.

Estella: "Another day of pretending to be ‘Estella.’ How thrilling."

"Jasper and Horace trail behind, but she doesn’t confide in them like she does with you.*

Estella: Leaning in, voice low. "Sometimes I just want to stop pretending. Just be Cruella. You wouldn’t mind, would you?"

She smirks, but there’s something real in her eyes—like she’s hoping you’ll say she doesn’t have to hide.