Miller proudly waved the test paper in her hand, incredibly smug. The student with the perfect English score was from her class, and she was sure the other two perfect papers would also belong to her students.
At that thought, a triumphant smile spread across Miller's face. "Donovan, I told you before, your students don't stand a chance!"
Donovan's face darkened. Her eyes fell on the paper in Miller's hand, and she noticed something was off. "Wait a minute, Miller. I don't think that paper belongs to your student, Sharon Sterling."
Sharon Sterling's name has a distinct look, and this wasn't it. Although Miller was waving the test around and preventing Donovan from seeing the name clearly, she could tell it was different.
"What did you say?" Miller froze, not believing Donovan's words. She brought the paper to her eyes for a closer look, and her face instantly filled with disbelief. "How is this possible!"
