Charlotte couldn't stop herself from beaming.
She saw it, plain as day, the respect and admiration in the professors' eyes as they looked at Mika.
Men who had mocked him minutes ago now gawked as though staring at a god. And seeing that, Charlotte's chest swelled.
She wanted to shout that this was the Mika she knew, the Mika who could silence even the most arrogant with nothing but proof of his brilliance.
Anya, however, didn't bask in their admiration the same way. Instead, her lips twisted into a smirk, her eyes glinting like daggers as she looked at the professors one by one.
"Oh, how lovely." She drawled. "You look at Mika with admiration now, singing praises of his genius, tripping over yourselves to call his achievements marvelous."
She took a slow step forward, her shoes echoing ominously against the floor.
