"Good heavens! Is this really that dowdy transfer student? I never expected her to be so beautiful, and she has an amazing figure too."
"Damn it! I'm jealous! Dressed like that, is she going on a date?"
"A date? With who?"
"No idea! But we'd better all be careful. I'd bet no boy in this school could refuse her invitation."
"If she dares steal my boyfriend, I swear I'll tear that pretty dress to shreds and make her run naked through the streets in front of everyone."
For a moment, the girls' whispered discussions perfectly demonstrated what "friends on the surface" and "plastic sisterhood" really meant.
In comparison, the boys' reactions were much more straightforward.
Some stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing even a single moment, while others secretly wiped away their drool.
A few even tried to approach and strike up a conversation, only to be mercilessly rejected.
Just as a large crowd followed behind, trying to figure out why this inconspicuous transfer student had suddenly undergone such a complete transformation in appearance, and who she was going on a date with, a commotion and cries of surprise suddenly erupted at the school gate.
A sleek, futuristic sports car had pulled up by the roadside, and Allen, dressed in formal attire, stepped out of it.
He first swept his gaze over the students around him, whose eyes revealed curiosity and envy, before speaking to Wanda, who had just walked out of the school. "Sorry. I got held up at someone's house for a while. I hope I'm not late."
"No! You're not late. The timing is perfect. And besides, you look especially handsome today." Wanda's eyes gleamed with undisguised delight.
She had never imagined that Allen would actually dress up specifically for their date and change out of his