The boys turned toward her, momentarily frozen as they took in the sight of her.
Noah, dressed in a tailored navy blue tux with a deep velvet lapel, gave her an impressed nod. "If Lorenzo doesn't lose his mind seeing you tonight, then he's blind."
Abraham, who was wearing a crisp white suit with a rose-gold watch, chuckled. "Or just plain stupid."
Lucas, in a dark emerald three-piece with his hair slicked back and a smirk playing on his lips, added, "Forget Lorenzo, Silver's about to steal the spotlight and make every designer in Paris jealous."
Henry, wore a sleek charcoal tuxedo with subtle black embroidery. He simply bowed his head slightly and said, "You look beautiful, Silver."
She felt warmth bloom in her chest. Their support, their friendship—it meant more than she could ever express.
"Thanks, guys," she said sincerely.
