Ivy’s POV

The limo rolled to a stop, the glow of the red carpet lights pouring through the tinted windows. I kept my gaze forward, my jaw clenched tight.

This wasn’t the place for tears or anger - at least not the kind anyone could see.

“Ivy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft enough to almost make me forget why I hated him right now. Almost.

“You know why I’m here,” I replied curtly, my tone sharp and biting.

He looked down, his face shadowed with shame. “Ivy, I’d do anything to make you forgive me.”

I whipped my head toward him, glaring. “You should have thought about...