Damian
The ballroom buzzed with polished laughter and the clink of champagne glasses, but the moment Ivy re-entered the room, the air shifted.
She was pale.
Her posture was rigid. Her hands clutched her belly like she was trying to hold herself together.
I saw her. Everyone did.
But I felt it. In my chest, in my bones—something was wrong.
"Ivy!? Josh’s voice sliced through the party’s hum as he rushed to her side.
She barely answered before he was dialing his phone, his voice low but urgent as he backed away from the crowd. I stepped forward, but hesitated, just for a second, long enough for him to catch me mid-stride.
He moved fast, right up to me, leaned in, and said it just loud enough for me to hear:
"She’s in pain. I'm calling an ambulance."
My stomach dropped.
"Jesus," I m
