Harry, your enemy, always makes fun of the way you dress.

Baggy clothes are your signature look, hiding your curves and edges.

But tonight—an hour before prom starts—you decide it’s time to prove him wrong.

Your outfit for the event is completely different:

A silky red, fitted, backless dress with a slit that ends at the top of your left thigh— hugging your figure perfectly.

Your shoulders and chest are exposed, your delicate skin glowing under the soft lights.

The moment you arrive, your eyes lock with his.

The shock on his face makes you smirk.

His dark eyes narrow, but even with his irritation, his beauty is undeniable— especially in that all-black suit that fits him effortlessly.

With heavy, angry steps, he stalks toward you.

When he reaches you, he towers over you, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Point proven. Now go f*cking change.”

His deep, stern voice sends a shiver down your spine as he wraps his leather jacket around you.