Ivy

I was halfway through my hair and makeup when Marsha rushed in, wide-eyed and breathless. All eyes in the room turned toward her.

“What is it, Marsha?” I asked in a panicky voice. The look on her face made me even more worried, and my mind raced in different directions.

“We have a little situation downstairs,” Marsha said, glancing at the women behind me.

I turned to them, “Give me a moment, please,” I whispered.

I walked up to Marsha, and she took my hand, leading me out the door.

“What is going on, Marsha?” I asked as soon as we were out of earshot.

“It’s Max. He’s at...