Maya's POV
When my father and brother arrived, their reactions mirrored Ophelia's perfectly. They stood frozen, staring at me with bewildered expressions, my father's eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Is everyone just going to stand there without giving me a hug?" I planted my hands on my hips, feigning annoyance as they continued to gape.
"Maya, what happened to you?" My brother finally broke the silence before pulling me into a tight embrace.
"Just a makeover courtesy of a friend," I explained excitedly, twirling around. "What do you think? Does it suit me?"
"You look absolutely stunning, sis!" Cameron's voice cracked with emotion. "Those eyes... Where are the braids? The bangs that used to hide your face? Those rosy cheeks?"
"Your sister isn't a little girl anymore," Ophelia interjected with a warm smile, answering for me.
