The night of Deacon’s party, Ivy and her work crew rode together. Darren drove since his SUV had more room. Sawyer and Carrie sat in the back. Ivy watched as they chatted and flirted. It was adorable. Jacob, Darren’s husband, was riding shotgun, so Ivy sat in the third-row seat, which had been a task considering the dress she was wearing.
It wasn’t overly short, but too short to be climbing into the very back seat of an SUV. She and Carrie had gone shopping a few days before since neither of them had anything “fancy party” appropriate. Ivy chose a red party dress that was shorter than what she was used to, and the neckline was showy, but it complimented her tall and curvy frame well. And she felt beautiful in it.
There would probably be people she knew that would judge her for it. The c
