Luckily, the banquet hall had air conditioning, so it would only be a little cold on the walk from the car.
It would only take a few minutes. Given Silas Thornton's constitution, he probably wouldn't catch a cold.
'He's been looking forward to this birthday party for so long, and he's been dying to show off that suit. I might as well grant him this small wish.'
'Unlike Silas Thornton, she wasn't going to threaten him into wearing a thick down jacket.'
Holly Wyatt looked out the window, watching the trees retreat past them. The corners of her mouth lifted into a slight smile.
*
「The Hotel Banquet Hall.」
Holly Wyatt stared, speechless, at the incredibly luxurious scene before her.
The men and women milling about were all dressed in high-end evening wear.
She was the only one wrapped up like a dumpling—a creamy yellow one, at that.
She looked up and glared accusingly at Silas Thornton.
"Why didn't you tell me..."
