Sumaya's lips twitched slightly, caught somewhere between a grimace and a reluctant smile. This wasn't her style — not even close. But she couldn't deny the ripple of attention Olivia had drawn toward her. It wasn't just the way she looked; it was the transformation itself. Walking through the crowd, Sumaya felt like a stranger in her own skin, and she wasn't entirely ready for it.
Her cheeks flushed as more and more students turned to look her way, their eyes widening in surprise and appreciation. The whispers weren't subtle. She instinctively hunched her shoulders, trying to make herself smaller, but Olivia immediately reached out and straightened her posture by the elbow, like a determined stylist refusing to let her work go unnoticed.
Olivia flashed her a confident smile, squeezing her arm as she pushed her forward with playful energy. "See? Told you — you're a knockout," she teased, her grin sharp and cheeky.
