"Is that Fil?"
"What?" One of the females in the group scoffed in disbelief, eyes glued on Fil. "That's… Fil?"
For a moment, everyone could only stare in Fil's direction. A mix of disbelief and surprise twinkled in their eyes, thinking of the 'boring woman' they all remembered. Some of them even doubted their eyes. There was no way Fil would wear such revealing clothes. Even though the dress only displayed the beautiful curves she hid all these years, wearing this would be a sin for her.
"Damn…" Michael breathed out, about to get up from his seat to see her up close. But just as he was about to get up, Vincent sprung from his seat and marched in Fil's direction.
"Hell no," Anton whispered, hitting Marcus's side with his elbow. "Marcus, tell me I'm dreaming. There's no way that's our mascot."
Marcus didn't respond, staring at Fil in a daze. "I don't know."
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