Chapter 360

Chapter 360:

“It… fits so perfectly,” she murmured, almost in disbelief.

The gown wasn’t just a good fit—it felt as if it had been crafted for her. The cut, the drape, the delicate way it hugged her form—it was flawless.

Behind her, Breck observed with quiet admiration.

“Ms. Shaw truly thinks of everything,” he remarked, clearly impressed.

Sadie nodded slowly, her fingers grazing the bejeweled fabric. But a thought nagged at the back of her mind. How had Eva known her exact measurements? They’d spoken briefly over a video call, and size had never been discussed.

Meanwhile, after Noah pulled an all-nighter at work, exhaustion clung to him like a shadow. Then came Kyla—breezing in like a force of nature, her arm sliding around his with practiced ease.

“Noah, come with me to pick out a dress,” she said, her voice sweet, almost syrupy. “We have to attend the Starlight Gala together tonight. Please? Help me out?”

Noah glanced down at her, fatigue dulling his usually sharp gaze. He wasn’t in the mood for this. But then, with a sigh, he relented.

“Alright,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Where do you want to go?”

Kyla’s face lit up instantly, a gleam of excitement flashing in her eyes.

“Celeste Couture!” she chirped, already tugging him toward the exit. “I’ve always wanted to try on their moonlight tulle gown!”

Celeste Couture was the definition of extravagance. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, scattering a dazzling glow over the boutique’s pristine interior. Mannequins adorned in breathtaking gowns stood like silent models, each dress more exquisite than the last. Kyla flitted between racks like a butterfly, her energy boundless as she sifted.

Through layers of silk, lace, and tulle, Kyla sifted through the gowns. Every few moments, she plucked one from the collection, holding it up against herself with a twirl.

“Noah,” she called, spinning around with a strapless pink gown in hand. “What do you think of this one?” She posed dramatically, as if already picturing herself at the Starlight Gala, dazzling under the lights.

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Noah’s gaze lingered on Kyla for a brief moment before he gave a small nod.

“It’s beautiful. It suits you.”

But Kyla pouted, twirling the fabric between her fingers.

“Mmm… but I still think the moonlight tulle gown would be even better!”

Before Noah could respond, a uniformed attendant approached, bowing slightly in his direction.

“Mr. Wall, the moonlight tulle gown you ordered has already been delivered to Myrtlewood Estate.”

Kyla’s smile vanished. She turned to Noah, eyes widening in disbelief.

“You… gave it away?”

A moment of silence passed before Noah realized his mistake. His fingers flexed at his side before he cleared his throat.

“That gown… it isn’t really suited for you.”

“Not suited for me?” Kyla repeated, her voice rising.

“Then why did you order it? And who did you give it to?”

Noah pressed his lips into a thin line, a flicker of irritation flashing through his deep-set eyes. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

“Noah, have you forgotten…?” Kyla’s voice wavered, laced with a desperate attempt to pull Noah back—to remind him of what they once shared.

Noah exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin.

“Kyla, don’t push this.”

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