From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 115

"No mistake." Anthea glanced back with a slight turn of her head, her clear eyes free of any imperfection. "I'm Anthea. Don't tell me you don't recognize me, Lizzie?"

The original Anthea was known for her vulgar tastes and foolish behavior, a social pariah despite her family's fortune. Heavy makeup was her armor. Though she was an heiress, her classmates looked down on her, with no one willing to associate with her. Lizzie, her deskmate, was the only friend she had in class.

Far from shunning Anthea, Lizzie always stood by her, ready to leap to her defense whenever someone tried to bully her.

Holy smokes! Stunned, Lizzie could only gape.

That voice was unmistakably Anthea's, but that face...

Lizzie swallowed hard, with her eyes wide with disbelief. Anthea always caked on makeup and never seemed to care for the dress code, but without her mask of cosmetics, she was strikingly beautiful.

Not only was Lizzie thrown for a loop, but the whole class was also shell-shocked upon catching a glimpse of Anthea's makeup-free face for the first time in nearly three years.

"Ann, you look stunning without makeup!" Lizzie exclaimed. "I always told you that you'd be gorgeous in nature, but you never believed me!"

As Anthea's close friend, Lizzie had repeatedly urged her to forgo makeup, to no avail. But now, after a summer break, Anthea had embraced her natural look.

"Yeah," Anthea nodded, "I'm done with makeup for good."

"For real?" Lizzie lit up her face.

"Absolutely!"

Lizzie grinned. "That's more like it! You're even prettier than the school’s beauty now. I bet you'll dethrone her in no time!"

Just then, a subtle sound filled the air.

Anthea twitched her ears. With a languid grace, she stood up, her long legs carrying her to the front of the fourth group. Resting her hands on the desk, she towered over the boy who had just tried to snap a photo of her with his phone.

"Hand it over."

Under her gaze, the boy squirmed uncomfortably, his ears turning a bright shade of red. "Hand over what?"

"Your phone," Anthea said evenly.

With trembling hands, the boy fished out his phone and handed it to Anthea.

She deleted the picture and handed the phone back to him. "Don't take photos of me without permission, got it?"

"Got it," the boy mumbled, taking back the device.

It was only after Anthea returned to her seat that he realized he hadn't told her the password. It had been locked!

How on earth Anthea unlocked his phone and deleted the photo? Holy cow!

"Dude, Anthea, you were so cool just now!" Lizzie wrapped her arm around Anthea's as she returned.