From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 537

Sherman fiddled with his cross pendant and shot Hector a sidelong glance. "What are you getting so worked up about? It's not like you're going on a blind date."

Looking at Hector, all dressed up and trying to look suave, Sherman suddenly regretted setting him up to meet Anthea. He couldn't really explain why. Maybe it was just a knot in his chest that wouldn't go away.

Hector, meanwhile, was buzzing with excitement. "But she's my idol! I have to make a good impression, don't I? Sherman, be honest-how do I look?"

Sherman gave him a slow once-over, lips quirking in a smirk. “Honestly? Not great. You look like you just rolled out of bed. And did you even wash your hair last night? I can see dandruff from here."

Hector's face fell. "Dude, don't mess with me!"

"I never lie," Sherman replied, counting his rosary beads with an air of finality.

Hector looked like he was about to bolt back and wash his hair, but there was no time. He slumped, thoroughly dejected. If only he'd gotten up earlier and showered.

Just then, the low growl of a black Ferrari echoed down the street, drawing closer.

"She's here," Sherman said quietly.

"My idol's here?" Hector's eyes lit up.

Sherman nodded slightly.

a stop right in front of them. The car door swung open, and the first thing they saw was a long leg in combat boots. Their gaze traveled upward: a black tee with a fringe hem, revealing a glimpse of a slender, pale

not to wonder what was hidden behind

by a pair of dark sunglasses, leaving only the sharp

cool, commanding presence-utterly

revealing striking eyes that seemed to draw the light around them. "You two are early," she said, her

ahead of schedule. But somehow, Sherman and Hector had

was breathtaking on camera. In

Right, let me introduce

hand with an easy confidence. "Nice

great to

was so starstruck he could barely

Hector to Anthea only deepened. What had he been thinking?

off, Sherman turned to Anthea. "Shall we get

and the intersection at Epiphany Avenue as the

Sherman had no objections.

course, had even less-how could he argue with

at her phone. "It's 10:20

Sherman nodded. "Sounds good."

did a double take. Her phone case was identical to

Whoa.