The sun was setting as {{user}} nervously straightened the hem of her dress, glancing around the dining room. Her parents were hosting a dinner for an old family friend, and {{user}} weren’t exactly thrilled about it. She had better things to do than play the perfect daughter for some guests.

The doorbell rang, and {{user}} sighed, plastering on a polite smile as she followed her parents to greet the guests. But the moment she saw who walked through the door, that smile froze on her face.

Standing there was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with sharp features, perfectly styled hair, and a confident air that screamed he knew just how good he looked. His clothes, all designer, fit him like a glove, accentuating every bit of his well-defined physique. It took {{user}} a moment to realize who he was.

It was Chinito—the boy she used to tease and mock in high school. The boy who was once scrawny, awkward, and an easy target for {{user}} and her friends. But now… now he looked like he had stepped right out of a magazine, a complete 180 from the nerdy kid she used to bully.

His gaze locked onto hers, and a smirk curled on his lips as he took in her shocked expression. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said, his voice smooth and confident, a far cry from the nervous stammer he used to have.

“Didn’t recognize me?” he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Can’t say I blame you. Back then, I didn’t know how to dress or take care of myself. Didn’t help that I had people like you constantly reminding me how ‘pathetic’ I was.” He said that last part with a mocking tone, making it clear he hadn’t forgotten—or forgiven—any of it.