#Chapter 66: Try-Hard

Hannah I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror as Viona fussed with my hair. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the satin fabric of the simple silver gown that Noah had sent over earlier. The straps were encrusted with delicate pearls, and it had a sweetheart neckline that accentuated my breasts in a way that I doubt he expected—if he was even the one who had picked out the gown and not his assistant. “I can’t believe he’s doing this again,” I muttered, shaking my head. Viona met my gaze in the mirror, her brow furrowing slightly. “Trying to butter you up, you mean?” she asked as she curled a lock of my hair into an elegant updo. I nodded, pursing my lips. A soft knock came at the door then, and Amber poked her head in. “Everything okay in here?” Her gaze fell on the gown that I was wearing. “Oh, wow. That’s gorgeous.” Emma trailed in behind her, her eyes widening a bit when she saw me. “Is that for tonight? Alpha Noah has good taste.” I shi