“Then ask him.”
“I hate when you make sense.”
She stepped behind me and squeezed my shoulders. “Say it first.”
“Say what?”
“That you chose this.”
The dress wasn’t a dare. It wasn’t a costume. I’d bought it because, for once, I wanted to walk into a room without dressing for other people’s comfort.
“I chose this.”
“There he is. Now, let me run home and get dressed. I’ll see you at prom.”
***
When I opened the front door, Noah stood on the porch in a black tux, holding a green corsage. He froze so completely that my stomach dropped.
“Okay,” I said quickly. “Use your words, Noah. I have my suit upstairs. I’ll change.”
He blinked. “Damien. You look incredible.”
I looked away before my eyes could betray me. Noah stepped inside.
“Can I?”
I nodded.
He pinned the corsage to my strap with careful fingers, then glanced up. “You’re shaking. What’s going on?”
“I’m… Is this too much?”
