It wasn't just a dress anymore—it was a statement, an unspoken war between her pride and her gratitude.
She clutched the package tightly, her conflicted emotions swirling.
It was beautiful, and she was happy to have it, but it also felt like a chain.
How could she wear something this expensive—something paid for so effortlessly by a man she didn't even know—just for one night?
It didn't sit right with her. It felt… excessive, and undeserved.
As the weight of her thoughts bore down on her, Niklaus's voice broke through. "Come on, let me drop you off if you're done here," he said casually, as if offering a ride to an old friend.
Hermia blinked out of her thoughts, the words registering slowly. "I need to get a dress," she said suddenly, her voice steady but her tone shocking everyone around them.
Niklaus frowned slightly, puzzled. "Oh. Okay?"
"I can't wear this one," she added, her voice softer, but firm.
