Chapter 22

They reached Patrick’s private resort shortly, its parking lot filled with cars belonging to their guests. Loud music blared from the inside, enough to rouse any monster living under the sea. Before Sydth could find a space to park properly, they hopped off to join everyone at the banquet, leaving the van in his care.

“You guys should go on first,” Timothy said, a hand on Yves’ waist as they walked. “I’ll just head on to the cabin to change.”

“Why? Just change after the party.”

“But these clothes are suffocating me.”

“Tim, that’s the dress code,” Yves pointed out.

“What dress code?” Timothy scoffed, already undoing the first two buttons below the collar. “Nobody cares about the dress code once you’re already stuffing your face with food.”

“But Tim—”

“Oh, come on, Beb. Just let him be. I’m sure people wouldn’t notice. I’d also change if Mom wouldn’t scold me. My boobs are already sweaty in this gown.”

Timothy snorted. “You don’t have bo