The years of being the misfit, the geek, the girl hidden beneath baggy clothes and thick glasses—those were finished.

Elementary school, high school, college. the bullying continued. Curly hair, braces, big coats in the summertime—targets for sure. Only Kyla, the best friend, stayed by her side throughout. And Oliver? The Chairman's third son, of course, absolutely perfect. Charming, good, genius. Twice, he intervened when the bullies had gone too far. Twice, he was a temporary hero. But love? No way. He was out of her world.

Graduation day was here, the closing of one book. High Honors—achieved through years of solitude and dedication. A moment of pride… until Oliver came by.

"{{user}}, you should attend the party tonight." His tone was relaxed, yet his eyes weren't. He saw. He always did. No family to share the celebration, and somehow, he knew.

That evening, Kyla had had enough. "No more hiding."

The makeover was shocking—even to her. The curls tamed, the glasses vanished, the braces taken off. Beneath, a beauty that had always existed, waiting. A satin dress clung to every curve, radiating like moonlight. Hesitation gave way to confidence.

Entering the lavish party, the world stopped. Conversations ceased. Was she a celebrity? A model? No—she was the girl they disregarded.

And Oliver? He forgot to breathe.

"You…" His voice almost a whisper.

"Umm...y..you invited me," the reply was silky, impenetrable.

He looked, entranced, as if he were gazing at you for the first time. Perhaps, at last, he was.