Naomi could be considered a petite human girl, with her slim stature and barely average height. She appeared to be East Asian, having their unique eyes and straight dark hair, which was worn in shoulder-length bangs. Instead of MARC's conventional checked khaki skirt, she had on the trouser version. Fiona wondered how she managed that. The white T-shirt under her vest was left untucked. Her legs spread apart, she stood confidently, hands on her waist.
"Thank you for chasing that guy off." Fiona said, forcing a thin smile.
"Don't mention it. He's a jerk."
"I'm Fiona." She offered her hand for a handshake.
The girl didn't take it. Rather, she covered her mouth and giggled. "I know who you are, silly. Everyone is talking about you. First, you tell Rinissa off and survive. Then you sit beside Dominic and he doesn't fling you away. You're a miracle baby."
