"Is that… you, Classmate Grey?" Sophia's voice trembled in disbelief as her eyes widened.
She looked him up and down carefully, unable to reconcile the man before her with the image of the Grey she remembered. Back in class, Grey had been nothing but a troublemaker, a nuisance that everyone despised for his unruly personality. Sophia herself hadn't thought much of him either—in fact, she had considered him an eyesore.
Yet now, standing before her, he looked entirely different.
Plastic surgery, Sophia concluded inwardly, her lips pressing into a thin line. That had to be it.
In her eyes, Grey was nothing more than Alissa's useless brother, shamelessly riding on her coattails. And now, to top it off, he had gone so far as to change his face just to escape the mediocrity he was born with.
Her opinion of him, already poor, sank even lower.
