"So, it really is you, Kyra!" exclaimed Gladys, catching the attention of three other girls, including Hazel.
Kyra pressed her lips together and gave a slight nod in greeting. "Hello."
"It's been a long time since we last met. Who are you here with?" asked Gladys, her eyes darting around. Kyra knew exactly who Gladys was looking for.
"With a friend," Kyra replied curtly.
Meanwhile, Hazel was busy eyeing Kyra's outfit. Her gaze shamelessly scanned Kyra from head to toe, making her uncomfortable. Especially when Hazel looked like she was about to laugh afterward. Kyra tightened her grip on the phone in her hand.
Then, one of the two unfamiliar girls stepped forward. She was tall, taller than Kyra, with a model-like figure and an undeniable aura of elegance. Her dark brown curls cascaded past her chest, framing her petite face perfectly. Even Kyra, as a fellow woman, couldn't help but be captivated.
