"What are you doing?" I ask Dante as he sits down beside me.

"I'm not ready to go back to the party either," he says.

"It's your party," I remind him again.

"And most of the people in there are used to my parties by now. They know not to expect to see much of me."

I stare out at the dark surface of the sea as I consider this, tightening my arms around myself. And then I feel a weight coming down on my shoulders - his suit ...