Sage POV
I adjusted my dress, looked at myself in the mirror, and raised a brow. The dress I wore was stunning, a gorgeous emerald green with black lace over the top, that gathered tightly at the bodice and then skimmed along my thighs and ended just above my knees. My hair had been placed in a messy bun, with loose tendrils peeking out and my makeup was sexy and dark, my kitten heels completing the look. I wore the ballerina necklace Chase had gifted me when I was under the mistaken impression that he was Wilson, and it shone underneath the light. Now that I looked at it closely, I could swear that it was real gold. Either way, I still cherished it, and it adorned my neck, stopping above my cleavage, while a single gold bracelet adorned my wrist.
"You look gorgeous," Chase said from be
