Charles let out a laugh. "It's just a dress. You're acting like it's the end of the world. What about this one? Looks good, right?"

He pulled a crisp white shirt from Noelle's closet, pretty standard stuff, and then grabbed a cozy white sweater.

As Charles kept pulling out clothes, Noelle facepalmed. "These aren't dresses, they're... well..."

"Yeah?" Charles quirked an eyebrow. "They're what?"

"Never mind!" Sure, they were warm, but how were they any different from her everyday wear?

The real difference was in Charles' styling. The outfits he chose had that crisp, detached vibe, especially with the black and white theme topped off with a sleek black coat. It was warm, classy, and totally Noelle's style, which was why her closet was full of these mix-and- match pieces.

"So, you're saying you want me to look good, but that's just business as usual, right?"

gaze. "You always look amazing. It's just a yearly get-together. There's no need to go all out. You're

to dwell on her outfit

of hosting

a grin. "Oh, and that number tag everyone's buzzing about-you got one too? Arya

neatly folded the clothes and strolled over to Charles, giving his head

relaxed on the couch, chuckled at her question. "I have a feeling it's not Arya who's dying

just laughed it off. "Maybe. Are

away now, it'll spoil the surprise," he said, capturing her hand

down to sit on his

me. I'll

with it when the

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