I feel even worse when Noah shows up in a tuxedo. The prince and the pauper.
I wonder if he’s going to comment on my attire, but he beams at me. “You look beautiful.”
I find it hard to believe him.
“Are you sure I’m not underdressed for where we’re going?” I ask hesitantly.
He shakes his head, taking my hand as he walks me to the car. “I never have a problem with how you’re dressed. Let’s just go and have a nice time.”
He always goes the extra mile to make me feel relaxed. I like that about him.
I haven’t been told where we’re going for dinner, and when he stops the car on the side of the road and leads me into the forest, I am mildly surprised. “I thought you said you made a reservation.”
He smiles at me. “I did. It’s just not at a restaurant.”
I’m wary of what awaits me. I don’t
