Hannah Noah stepped forward and placed the necktie over my eyes. I held it in place with one hand while he tied it in the back, the cool flesh of his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck as he did so. “Thanks for complying with me,” he said once he had finished tying it. I heard his foot
I didn’t know what to say. The offer was quite possibly the sweetest thing I had heard come out of Noah’s mouth in a long time; and in fact, I could already feel the first prickling of tears behind my eyes. But this was no time for crying—we had food to test. Over the next couple of hours, Noah
Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah burst out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, his gasps of breath mingling with the sound of his shoes on the pavement and the screech of the cab’s tires. There, up ahead, was Hannah—already in the back of a taxi that was pulling away from the curb at b
… When I was finished telling Viona my story—everything from my pregnancy to my death to my rebirth, all of it from beginning to end—the room was utterly silent. Down below, the sounds of the bustling city rose into the air, but I hardly heard any of it. Only the sound of my blood rushing through
Hannah “Right this way, Luna Hannah. Patty will handle your hair and makeup today.” I walked into the makeup room at the stage assistant’s directions, my stomach already in knots the moment I saw that familiar pair of shoulders and that familiar head of hair sitting in the chair. Of course Noa
Hannah The lights were blinding as Noah and I took our seats behind the long judges’ table, our names proudly displayed on plaques in front of us. I squinted against the harsh glare, trying to make out the rows of empty seats that would soon be filled with attendees for tonight’s pageant. My hea
Hannah Everyone blinked at me, waiting patiently for my announcement. I felt my face turn the brightest shade of red beneath their gazes, only just now realizing that I had gotten so caught up in my daydreams that I had completely forgotten to even write down my vote. “Oh… Just one moment,” I sa
“I hope you’re enjoying the luncheon, Felicia,” I said pleasantly, raising my glass to her. “Is your family here?” Felicia visibly blanched a bit. “I’m afraid they didn’t come.” “At all?” She shook her head, her gaze falling to her lap. She pushed her glasses up onto her nose, and I saw her lo