Penelope's POV

"You're going to that party," Isla declares two hours later, holding up a dress that's barely there. "And you're going to look so fucking hot that Timothy Blackthorn weeps actual tears of regret."

I shake my head, still rattled from the parking lot confrontation. Seeing Timothy again, hearing his voice crack with desperation, had shaken me more than I wanted to admit. "I don't think that's a good idea. He's probably going to be there."

"Exactly," Isla grins wickedly, laying the ...