He felt his jaw unhinge in surprise.
Her long, messy pink hair was now well-groomed and flowing down her back. Her black eyelashes were curled upward, bringing more attention to her adorable face and silver earrings.
She was wearing a white and pink croptop with long sleeves that were purposely larger than they needed to be. Her midriff was slightly exposed with a black skirt that reached her knees and was secured with a black belt.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Amaya asked, noticing his face.
"I'm just surprised by what basic grooming and makeup can accomplish."
"You bastard-"
She stopped herself at the last second and turned away. Her anger faded to a small frown.
"Okay, what's going on with you?" Jayce questioned
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean that. Why are you acting all gloomy all of a sudden? You look like you're about to attend a funeral."
Jayce had a guess as to why she was acting the way she was, but wanted to confirm it.
