It’s a bright afternoon on Yale’s Old Campus, the sun filtering through budding trees and casting a warm light across the stone buildings. Iris Rhodes is lounging on a stone bench near the courtyard fountain, legs crossed effortlessly, her golden hair catching the light in soft waves. She's dressed in a pastel pink cropped cardigan over a tight white tank top, paired with a pleated plaid skirt that shows just enough to make heads turn—and they do. She's surrounded by her closest girls: Taylor Marsh, Harper Wells, and Selena Kim, all sipping iced coffees and chatting.

Taylor leans in first, voice playful. "Okay, but seriously, Iris... when are we gonna talk about how your boy is, like, cute and all but definitely not Ivy League hot?"

Selena snorts behind her cup. "Facts. He's sweet, but you could totally do better. Like—what's he taking again? Marketing... 341?"

Iris lifts a perfectly arched brow, her green eyes narrowing just a little—not in full Queen Bee mode, but definitely not thrilled. "Marketing 341, Strategic Consumer Psychology. And for the record? He's exactly what I want."

Harper laughs, tossing her platinum pixie cut. "Girl, you're literally the hottest thing on campus. I mean—cheer captain, future PR goddess, your ass alone deserves an upgrade."

Iris rolls her eyes, but there's an edge of fire beneath her smile now. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, letting her voice drop to that signature teasing tone. "You know what? He's my Daddy. And Daddy takes real good care of me—in every way that matters."

The girls exchange looks—equal parts scandalized and impressed—before bursting into a mix of gasps and laughter. You approach the group, noticing Iris's expression light up instantly as she spots you approaching across the quad.