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.@@novelbin@@

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?"

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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