Ivy’s body tensed instinctively for a brief moment. It was too late to flee.

Wyatt Reed had already taken a large stride in front of her. He removed the photograph from his pocket. His brow furrowed slightly as he locked his gaze on the painting on the wall.

It was identical. He had a pale face.

“How did...?”

Mr. Bernard cast a casual glance at the photograph in Wyatt’s hand and said, “Oh, so it was you who stole my photo.”

Wyatt’s face was downcast. He cast a glance at Ivy, but she averted her gaze.

Ivy’s delicate makeup was stunning. Her long pink gown accentuated her flawless figure in...