Ivy's pov

Asher rose to his feet, a wide smile on his face. “Shall we?” he asked, grabbing a bottle of wine and popping it open.

Kat cheered, batting her eyelashes at him like he’d done something extraordinary - other than just opening a wine bottle. At this point, she was outright fawning over him.

I couldn’t keep the disdain from my face when he poured her a glass first. I gulped down my own wine every single time he handed her an item from the table first. The rational part of me understood it was because she was closer to him, but the fiercer part - the part that...