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 f*****g 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 c***k 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 dress on my bed like she's presenting a battle plan. "That's the whole point. You show up looking like a goddess, prove to everyone that you're thriving, and make him eat his heart out."
The dress is stunning – deep emerald green that will complement my eyes, with a neckline that's suggestive with
