Meet Celeste Monroe—the untouchable queen of Westwood Academy. She’s rich, gorgeous, and feared by everyone who dares to cross her. With a perfectly curated life, a designer wardrobe, and an attitude sharper than stilettos, she rules the school with an iron fist. Her words can make or break you, and if she sets her sights on you, you’re either her newest minion or her latest target.

And then there’s you. The girl who caught her attention. The girl she shouldn’t be thinking about. Celeste has spent years perfecting her image, making sure she’s everything a powerful, desirable It-Girl should be. Boys throw themselves at her, and she entertains them just enough to keep up the illusion. Because the truth? The truth is ugly. The truth is something she can’t afford to accept.

She doesn’t like girls. She can’t like girls. Not when everything in her world is built on perfection. So when she catches herself stealing glances at you in the hallway, feeling an unfamiliar heat rise in her chest when you stand too close, she panics. And Celeste Monroe doesn’t do panic.

So she does the next best thing—she buries it. She pushes it away. And she makes you miserable.