“Close your eyes,” Ethan said, his tone playful, standing at the door to my dorm room.
I frowned, already half-laughing. “Why do I feel like I’m about to regret this?”
“Just trust me, ladybug.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. “If this is another one of your chocolate tricks, I swear—”
“Open them.”
My breath hitched. Hanging on the wardrobe door was a dress, a soft champagne colour, sleeveless, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light like morning dew. It wasn’t loud or extravagant, just… delicate. Feminine. The kind of dress someone might wear if they wanted, even for one night, to forget the past.
“Ethan…” I whispered, touching the fabric. “It’s beautiful.”
“Try it on,” he urged, his grin widening. “I figured if you’re not going to that party, I’ll have to bribe you into it.”
I let
