The car pulled up smoothly in front of the private lounge where the bachelorette party was being held, a sleek, modern space tucked away from the main resort, all warm lighting and frosted glass, feminine and intimate without being overwhelming. A discreet sign by the entrance read Private Event.
Bella shifted beside him, smoothing the fabric of her dress one last time. The slit parted, revealing a glimpse of her thigh, and Leo's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
The driveway was already lined with cars. Through the frosted windows, silhouettes of women moved gracefully, laughter drifting faintly into the night air. Hazel's party. No men allowed.
Leo had never been so grateful for a gender segregated event in his entire life.
