Noel always made fun of the way you dressed—baggy clothes that hid your figure completely. But tonight, at prom, you were going to prove him wrong.

Your dress was nothing like your usual style—a silky, fitted red gown with a thigh-high slit, perfectly accentuating your body. The exposed shoulders and chest only added to the elegant yet daring look.

As soon as you arrived, you felt his gaze on you. His usual smug expression was gone, replaced by something unreadable. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and within seconds, he was storming toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, his glare sharp and filled with irritation.

“Point proven,” he muttered, voice low and rough. Then, without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders, wrapping you up before anyone else could take another look.

“Now go f*cking change,” he ordered, his tone firm, almost possessive.