Naomi’s POV

The room was quiet, Too quiet for the chaos we’d created last night.

The first thing I noticed when I stirred awake was that the light had been left on. Typical. I sat up slowly, eyes adjusting, and glanced around the room. There were dresses everywhere—laid out perfectly, with matching jewelry boxes beside each one.

I blinked. “What in the bridal showroom…?”

There were labels on everything. Coordinated, color-coded, pre-planned.

I groaned softly. ...