Nora's POV

I stood before the mirror with two dresses in my hands, debating what to pick.

“You still haven't made your choice?” Damon asked as he emerged from the bathroom, chuckling as he made his way toward me.

I sighed. “I want to make an impression on them.”

“It doesn't matter what it is that you wear, you will be beautiful.”

I smiled at his words, grateful that he was there with me. As he had said, he had asked the staff to move my stuff into my bedroom. It hadn't been an ...