90: Best Taste

Noah arrived at her door, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever, his smile immediately easing some of her tension. "Hey, babes! What's the emergency? I'm at your service."

Vivienne held his hand and dragged him inside. Noah let her do whatever she wanted and easily followed her back to her bedroom. He couldn't help but tease her when he noticed where they were heading, "Oh? Are we going to the bedroom?"

Noticing his teasing gaze, Vivienne wanted to roll her eyes at him, "Don't get ahead of yourself."

Noah chuckled. When he entered the bedroom and saw the clothes scattered around the bed, he finally understood what was happening.

"You called for a fashion emergency?" he teased lightly, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her room.

"Yes, I did. And I expect you to take this very seriously," Vivienne replied, her voice a mix of determination and nerves.

"Okay," he agreed. "But what exactly is the occasion? I mean, I need to know where you are going so I can offer my sincere help."

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