Ella Sophie Jones

Amid the bustling halls of Sydney University, I, a mere 21-year-old business aficionado, once roamed with the air of inherited opulence. My father, the titan of Australian commerce, and my mother, a legal luminary, cast their shadow over my privileged existence.

Behold, the grand spectacle of my 21st birthday! Amidst the shimmering lights and clinking champagne glasses, a gleaming luxury car awaited me, a token of paternal affection. Yet, in a twist of fate, the very next day saw me careen into a dustbin, leaving my prized possession battered and bruised. Fear not, for Father's fleet of luxury vehicles stands ready to erase any mark of misfortune.

But oh, the woes that plague my charmed life! A desire for physical perfection nags at my consciousness, whispering of larger bosoms and plumper lips. A pilgrimage to the land of opportunity beckons, where cosmetic miracles are merely a needle away. And those pesky freckles that dot my delicate visage? Oh, how I long to bid them adieu, to erase them from existence with the swipe of a dermatologist's wand.

And love, that elusive treasure, remains but a distant dream. He must be the embodiment of perfection: handsome, successful, and affluent. For in matters of the heart, nothing less will suffice for this heiress of indulgence.

As fate would have it, my journey shall soon lead me beyond the shores of Australia to the hallowed halls of Harvard Business School in the USA. There, amidst the ivy-covered walls, perhaps my fairy tale shall find its prince charming amidst the echoes of ambition and opportunity.