Four days until the wedding

"How many people did Jacob invite?" Timothy asks as I shift out of the car.

"Knowing Jacob, probably everyone." The music emanating from our friend's house has blood pumping through our veins as Timothy shuts the car door behind me, his smile mysterious as he threads his fingers through mine.

My heels match my silver cocktail dress, a vintage number with mesh lace detailing along the curved neck and hem that hits halfway down my thighs. Timothy looks breathtakingly handsome in a button-down open at the collar and rolled up at the sleeves over dark pants.

There's no point knocking. It's clearly a party from...