#Chapter 55

Evelyn

"Are you sure that's the lamp you want?" Ivan asks with a scowl plastered on his face.

"What's wrong with it?" A frown grows between my eyebrows as I study the object carefully.

"Everything," Ivan says, sounding completely exasperated.

"You're being delusional." I put the lamp in my cart and move along.

"'Not once in my life have I imagined shopping at IKEA with my stupid best friend."

"I'm not stupid," I protest.

"Buying that lamp makes you stupid."

"I don't care."

"You should. You'll be the stupid owner of a stupid lamp."

Ivan runs a hand through his fingers and tugs the strands lightly. His blue...