Asher’s POV

Ivy leaned closer to me on her tiptoes as she tried to fix my black bow tie. She was so close I couldn’t help but inhale her scent. She smelled of the loveliest flowers, her scent was intoxicating. I brought my nose to the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply.

She inched away, giggling uncontrollably. “That tickles…”

“You really can’t come?” I asked for the umpteenth time, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

She smoothed my dress and pulled back. “I told you I can’t. I have a shoot in the city in a few hours,” she glanced at her wristwatch, “2, 3 hours. It’s a simple...