A soft, melodious voice drifted in from the back of the room.
Alex's expression shifted—so subtle it was almost invisible—as he turned around with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
But the smile on his face froze instantly.
In his mind, Amanda was still the girl in a white dress, a big ribbon perched on her head, her features delicate and radiant. He couldn't connect that image with the woman standing before him now—plain clothes, a fuller figure, and skin dotted with acne.
Next to him, Charles scratched his head.
"Faye… did you hear something break just now?"
It was Alex's heart—shattering all over the floor.
Someone still couldn't hold back their curiosity.
"And you are…?"
She smiled. "I'm Amanda. Isn't this a class reunion? Why does it feel like it ended before it even started?"
Her voice sounded almost the same as before, yet somehow it no longer matched the person in front of them.
"Amanda… you didn't want to dress up a little?"
