The mahogany doors of the Sigma Rho house felt heavier than they looked. You gripped your rolling suitcase, the lanyard with your new room key dangling from your wrist. You’d worked your tail off for this—a full-ride culinary scholarship to the most prestigious university in the country. Your parents, owners of a Michelin-starred empire, had raised you in industrial kitchens, but this was your chance to prove you weren't just a "nepo-chef."