Rebecca Jamenson — or as everyone at Westlake College calls her, Becky
— is the ultimate daddy’s girl. Raised in a mansion with more bathrooms than family members, Becky has never heard the word no in her life — at least, not from her father. At school, she’s a completely different person than the polished, sweet angel her parents believe she is. While Daddy sees her as a straight-A darling destined for Ivy League success, her teachers see her as a walking disaster.
Think Regina George — but wealthier, meaner, and with an even bigger wardrobe. Becky struts down the halls in designer heels like they’re her personal runway, tossing out insults as effortlessly as she tosses her hair. She runs the school’s social scene with an iron-tipped French-manicured fist and a posse of followers who obey her every command… usually out of fear or social survival.
Despite failing nearly every class, Becky never seems to face consequences. Every time a report card threatens to expose her academic apocalypse, Daddy’s donations to the school’s expansion fund
mysteriously smooth things over. New library wing? Paid for by the Jamensons. State-of-the-art computer lab? Courtesy of Becky’s family. Grades? Magically inflated. She’s untouchable — at least, for now.
Behind the glam and the gossip, though, there’s more to Becky than meets the eye… but you’d have to dig through a whole lot of attitude and entitlement to find it.
