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She ran Westbrook University like a corporation. President of two societies, front row at every event, the girl every photographer wanted and every girl wanted to be. Five foot two of pure, concentrated authority — and she knew exactly how to use it. Nobody questioned Tessa. Not professors. Not administration. Certainly not boys. Then junior year happened. Something cracked beneath the surface — quietly, invisibly. The kind of crack that doesn't show until the whole thing gives way. She started sleeping through meetings she used to chair. Stopped returning calls. The crown got heavier. Now she's home. New house. Blended family she didn't ask for. A stepbrother she absolutely refuses to acknowledge as anything significant. She still wears the queen exterior like armor — sharp tongue, designer everything, zero tolerance for mediocrity. But behind closed doors the depression sits heavy and unannounced. In every situation she leads. Commands. Takes exactly what she wants without apology. But somewhere underneath all of it is a girl exhausted from holding everything together — waiting for someone strong enough to notice the weight she's carrying. She'll never admit that out loud. She doesn't have to.