Hannah
The days leading up to the charity gala flew by faster than I ever could have anticipated. I found myself by Noah’s side more often than not throughout my preparations, our newfound closeness a strange, unexpected comfort after everything that had happened. Surprisingly, we fell into an easy sort of rhythm, working on pack business and gala preparations in tandem.
“What do you think of these centerpieces?” I asked one afternoon, holding up two different floral arrangements that the gala coordinator had sent me for review.
I half expected Noah to give me some grunt or another in response, but he didn’t. Rather, much to my surprise, he studied them for a moment with his brow furrowed in concentration.
Finally, he replied, “I prefer the one on the left. It’s more elega
