“stop messing with it, Stiles” Noah grumbled, smacking Stiles’s hand away from his tie.

Stiles and his father, Noah, stood outside your door after knocking, waiting to be greeted.

Noah and your father were best friend at work which led to you and Stiles being friends so naturally when your father got a promotion, they were invited to the dinner party.

but something was different, Stiles didn’t recognize the girl at the door but he stood with an open mouth, gawking at her until his dad said your name.

it was you. but it didn’t look like you at all. had you done something with your hair? was it your dress? Stiles couldn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed it before.