Ivy’s POV

The conversation around the room was muted to me as I stood near the corner, playing my part as the perfect wife.

Asher was by my side, a perfect smile plastered on his face, while my parents laughed loudly and gestured animatedly with their hands.

Across the room, Asher’s parents stood like statues, barely speaking. Their awkwardness next to each other was a sharp contrast to my parents’ lovey-dovey act.

Marcus leaned against the wall with his companion, a beautiful brunette, murmuring something that made the girl smile widely, while Luca and Janine sat close, their heads together in quiet conversation.

Everyone seemed to be in their own...