Hannah
By the time Noah pulled away from that kiss, I was left breathless and blushing. My face felt hot, surely beet red from the unexpected display of affection.
This wasn’t just for show or for the cameras. This was real.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed, his fingers first brushing across the gauzy pink fabric of my dress and then coming up to touch the flowers circling my head. “I like this.”
My face heated a little more. “It’s not too much?” I was the only one who was dressed so extravagantly; everyone else was more muted in various cocktail dresses and suits.
Noah shook his head quickly. “Never too much. You look like a princess.”
With that, he slid his arm around my waist and guided me into the party. While guests, including Zoe and Drake, had been spillin
