Natalie
We blast through the doors, and I laugh as Noah spins me around while I'm carried like a princess. I see stars. Everything feels light and aflame; I'm on cloud nine.
Did I mistakenly enter through heaven's doors?
"You're truly stunning tonight, Natalie," Noah says. "The only thing I hate is your outfit."
I snort through my nose. "Then how about we take it off?"
The poor butler, Frank, can apparently be trusted, and therefore, Noah doesn't care about being intimate.
And I don't care because I'm drunk.
"We have to wash you, my sweet duchess. Do a cleansing before we burn your pajamas to the ground."
I'm snorting through my nose again. The wine I drank has clearly gone to my head. I'm happy and unguarded. Noah bought me plenty of new clothes today, but I'm not allowed to wear
