Party!

The moment Evangeline stepped onto the yacht, it became blatantly obvious that her and Sereia were dressed all wrong.

The pretty pastel-blue gown that had felt so effortlessly elegant less than an hour ago now made her stand out like a sore thumb, as though it was some relic from a different world.

The delicate chiffon, the intricate embroidery and the way the fabric pooled around her feet, it was the kind of dress meant for fun, calm vacations and nights out in the sea under the light of the moon and stars, for soft music and whispered elegant conversations. Not this.

Not this.

Every girl on the yacht was dressed in the skimpiest outfits known to mankind, barely-there dresses with dangerous slits, some had on clothing with sheer fabrics that clung to beautifully oiled skin, leaving very little, if anything, to the imagination.

The air buzzed with laughter, music, and the scent of expensive perfume so thick it was dizzying.