Logan's smirk grows. "I know."
Grace frowns. "What do you mean, you know?"
He shifts onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "Because I already handled it."
She blinks. "Handled what?"
He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a sleek black box and placing it in her lap. "Your dress."
Grace stares at it. "Wait. What?"
Logan grins. "I figured you'd forget to pack one. So, I got Daisy to help with the sizing and picked something out for you."
Her heart stutters as she looks between him and the box. "Johnny..."
"Go on, open it."
She carefully lifts the lid, and inside is a stunning, midnight blue dress—silky, elegant, and absolutely perfect. She runs her fingers over the fabric, stunned. "You really picked this out?"
Logan nods. "Yeah. I want you to have something th
