"Why are you wearing the wetsuit?" Victor demanded as we stood in front of Alex’s mansion. “You've got a beautiful new swimsuit that looks amazing on you, yet you’re wearing that … thing to William’s party.”
“The wetsuit is more comfortable for me,” I said. “I was too self-conscious in that skimpy swimsuit.”
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look?” Victor asked me. He ran a hand through his thick, black hair and leaned against his car. “We’re going to a pool party, not a deep sea expedition.”
Victor paced around the car twice.
“Get in the car. There’s no time to argue with you, or for you to change your outfit even if you were willing to be reasonable.” He opened the passenger door for me.
“I don’t care who doesn’t like it,” I said. “I wasn’t comfortable showing that much skin,
