Transmigrated Into The True Heiress

Cyran whistled behind Ephyra while Myra clapped her hands together like an excited child. "Oh. My. Goddess. This is the first time I’m seeing you dressed like this and you look so beautiful." Her gaze skimmed over her body down to her foot, covered in stiletto heels then it went back up and stopped at her face. Suddenly, she took notice of her appearance. "Who helped you with your makeup? You look like you are in your mid-twenties but in a hot way! And your hair... I love how the messy bun is styled, who helped you with it?"

Ephyra laughed, "I did everything myself."

Malia gasped, clutching her chest as though Ephyra’s revelation had physically struck her. "You did everything yourself? The makeup? The hair? The gown choice?" She spun dramatically to Orla. "Did you hear that? This woman is a walking masterpiece. She doesn’t even need a team to look like this."

Orla chuckled softly, shaking her head at Malia’s antics. "It’s impressive, no doubt. But you might want to tone down the theatrics, Malia. You’re embarrassing her."

Ephyra smirked. "Trust me, Orla, nothing embarrasses Malia more than being told she’s embarrassing someone else."

Malia narrowed her eyes at Ephyra, crossing her arms. "Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, Ephyra, you’re going to have everyone in the room talking. No one’s going to forget this look of yours anytime soon. I mean who would have associated Ephyra with this stunning lady In front of me? They would all stare in disbelief! Now, I can’t wait to see their faces, especially that dumb Alan!"

Cyran stepped into view, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored black suit. His dark hair was slicked back, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "I’ll give you this, Ephyra. You clean up well. Though I have to agree with Malia—you’re going to be the talk of the ceremony. Not that it’s a bad thing. Some of us live for drama."

Ephyra arched an eyebrow at Cyran, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Some of us? Don’t you mean you?"

Cyran shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "I’m an observer, not a participant. But today, you’ll be the star of the show, and I’m just here to enjoy the fireworks."

Malia clapped her hands together, her excitement bubbling over again. "Speaking of fireworks, let’s not waste time. The ceremony starts in less than an hour, and we need to make sure you’re front and center for every photo op."

Ephyra rolled her eyes, but her amusement was evident. "Malia, I’m not here to steal the spotlight. It’s a graduation ceremony, not a red-carpet event."