Forbidden
Right at that exact second, the chime above the coffee shop door rang.
Kusa akong napalingon, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Anne.
But she didn't look like Professor Montgomery at all. She completely transformed her look and her entire persona.
Gone were her formal, buttoned-up blazers and her hair pinned into a strict, tight bun. Today, her dark hair fell in soft, messy waves around her shoulders.
She was wearing an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white crop top and high-waisted dark jeans. She wore dark designer shades that she casually slid down the bridge of her nose with one finger.