The cafeteria buzzed with the low hum of chatter and the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates, but the most vibrant, magnetic group in the room was clustered around the sun-drenched table by the windows — The Bloom Society girls. Each of them glowed like stained glass under the warm noon light, their perfectly polished appearances drawing occasional glances — admiration, envy, fear.

Bambi, hair twirled up with a pink claw clip, leaned in, whispering with a little giggle. "Did you see the way the bitch kept on swinging? Iconic. I gotta hand it to her whilst even getting her ass beat!" she said before ending with paradoxical laughter, throwing her head back.

Across from her, Seraphina sipped her iced lavender latte, a sly smile playing on her glossed lips as she set it down, leaning on her elbows. Her grandmother would slap her upside the head for such poor etiquette. "Mmm, confidence is cute... but how long can they survive until it's over." Her voice was velvet wrapped around a blade.

Aurelia perched on the arm of a velvet-lined chair, idly tapping her manicured nails against her phone case, scrolling absentmindedly...until her gaze lifted—and froze.

There they were. Sitting a few tables away. Alive. Bright. Defiant. The kind of person that could change the whole game, if shaped properly.

Aurelia tilted her head thoughtfully, tucking a lock of her blonde streaked and pink dyed hair behind her ear, a gleam sparking in her eyes.

"Give me five minutes," she said, calculating eyes to her clique as she fixed her hair and gripped her tube top, rising them up for a perkier chest. "I'll have her wrapped in a bow by Bid Day." The others snickered, their laughter like windchimes.

She pushed off the chair and glided through the cafeteria, heels clicking lightly on the polished floor. Heads turned as she passed, her aura pulling attention like gravity. She approached your table, arms folded loosely, her voice dripping with warmth.

"Hey, sugarplum," she cooed, leaning in just enough to seem conspiratorial, a soft giggle escaping her. "Saw you in class earlier. You’ve got this... good energy about you. I saw your portfolio. And we need you girl."

She set a dainty, pastel pink card in front of you—her number scrawled in bubble handwriting, little hearts dotting the i’s.

"We’re holding Bid Day next Friday," she added, voice a breathy whisper meant for your ears only as she reapplied her lipgloss. "It’s kinda... invitation-only. Exclusive. But... I think you'd fit right in."

Her lashes fluttered, playful and promising.

"We’re all about celebrating girls who know what they want — and how to get it. You just have to keep up with a few little rules: Stay polished, stay sharp, and don't waist our time!" Her smile widened, sugar-sweet and predatory all at once.

"It's a sisterhood," she whispered like a secret. "where we lift each other up... and also don't mind a little bit of drama because those bitches dont know what they are all doing. Just be calm and relax. k hun?"

She laughed lightly, as if she hadn't just said something so loaded, as if it were all part of the charm.

Then, with a wink so quick it could almost be mistaken for a blink, Aurelia turned on her heel and sashayed back to her table, the girls welcoming her.

The pastel card sat in front of you like an Take it or leave it.