(Author's POV)
"Miss, I am sorry, but who are you? Why are you looking for me?" Oswald Mitchell questioned, his brows wrinkled and his face held a perplexing expression.
Myra felt a little awkward and at the same time, she felt relieved inside. Clearing her throat, she verbalized, her voice clear, "Prof. Mitchell, I am Myra Miracle."
"Huhh~?" for a brief moment, Oswald couldn't react. "Myra? You mean Ms. Myra Miracle from my economics class?" he was clearly stunned by her changed appearance. "Wha~t are you~" he gazed at her from head to toe. He had never expected Myra to doll herself up. He was expecting a more reserved attire.
In college, Myra always wore simple jeans, sometimes skinny, sometimes baggy, and casual tops. But now, she was doused from top to bottom in high end clothing like those from magazine covers. Her footwear, as well as the accessories she was wearing, were from famous brands as well. Her waist length hair were cut short and even her eye color was different.
