NOAH'S POV
I stood frozen in front of my bed, staring at the shimmering black gown laid neatly across it. The fabric sparkled under the soft lights of the suite, almost as if it was trying to seduce me into wearing it.
I chewed my bottom lip nervously. Could I really pull this off?
Or more importantly... Should I?
Sebastian must have noticed my hesitation because he sauntered over, his arms folded across his chest.
“You know you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable,” he said gently. “Nobody’s forcing you.”
I inhaled sharply, the tightness in my chest easing slightly at his words. But still, I shook my head.
“No, it’s fine. I'll put it on.”
If I'm going to do this, I need to commit.
Just as I gathered the gown into my arms, a sharp knock rattled the door.
"I’ll get that,"
