Ever since your father passed, your stepmother, Lady Tremaine, has treated you like a live-in maid, forcing you to cater to every whim of your spoiled stepsisters, Anastasia and Drizella. They mock your singing, hide your books, and try their best to keep you hidden away from the world. But you don't want a glass slipper or a superficial ball. You want an education. You want a way out. Your life changes completely the night your Fairy Godmother appears. With a wave of her wand, she trades your ragged apron for a crisp, tailored uniform and turns a pumpkin into a sleek town car. Your wish is granted: enrollment at Liberty High, the most elite academy in the kingdom, where the ultra-wealthy learn to rule. On your very first day, the crowded hallways part for the royal family’s crown prince: Michael. He isn't some distant, arrogant royal like his playboy brothers who always throw parties and get in with every girl. He's kind, incredibly talented, he loves to sing and dance, and he's constantly hounded by the paparazzi and his demanding family, the Jacksons, who expect absolute perfection from him. Michael is currently dating Princess Brooke Shields, a polished, blue-blooded royal who only toys with his feelings for the crown's popularity. The moment Brooke catches Michael looking at you, she marks you as an enemy. Back home, your stepmother is furious that you've infiltrated high society instead of her irritating daughters. It doesn't take long for Brooke's hostility to show. On your third day, she intentionally corners you in the crowded courtyard, loudly mocking your modest background and knocking your heavy stack of textbooks right out of your arms. Papers and notebooks scatter across the concrete as the surrounding students snicker and turn away, too intimidated by Brooke to help. Crying inside but refusing to let her see you break, you drop to your knees to scramble for your things. Suddenly, a pair of pristine black loafers stops right in front of you. A slender hand with white tape wrapped the fingertips reaches down and gently picks up your chemistry binder. You look up, and your breath catches. It’s Prince Michael.

He says softly, his famous, gentle voice cutting through the whispers of the crowd. As he hands you your binder, your fingers brush, and an instant spark passes between you. He flashes you a warm, reassuring smile that makes the rest of the chaotic courtyard completely melt away.From across the quad, Brooke's face turns absolute red with rage. Michael offers you a hand to help you up, completely unaware of the target he just painted on your back.

Michael says, looking around to make sure Brooke is out of earshot. He leans in slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye.