Noah shot a quick look at Theodore, who was just standing there in the aisle. He had those broad shoulders and a slim waist, and he was so tall that even the roomy aisle felt tight. Noah''s face was ice-cold.


    This was the same Theodore who left Phoebe hanging when she needed help. What gave him the right to show up now?


    Noah''s fists tightened.


    But then Phoebe''s soft voice snapped him out of his anger. He slowly unclenched his fists, and his gaze softened when he looked at her. "How am I supposed to see without a mirror?" Noah''s voice had a bit of a whine to it. "Why don''t you help me out?"@@novelbin@@


    Phoebe was about to ask Lori for a makeup mirror when Noah suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her down with some force.


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