Ivy’s POV

I sat upright, scrolling through the news feed. “What did it say, Marsha?” I asked, biting my fingernails anxiously.

Marsha, my personal assistant for years, replied, “It’s been generally positive. I think fans are truly fascinated with the idea of you two being a couple…”

I looked up from my phone to her. Marsha was a fiery redhead with striking green eyes.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious right now or just pulling my leg…” I said skeptically.

She smiled at me. “I am serious…”

We had announced our marriage. Well, technically Asher had—without my input. I knew it was bound to happen at some point, but I...