The man could work a crowd. Ivy was sure he’d get whatever political seat he was after.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.” Deacon came up to them. “Hi to you, too, Ivy.”
“You’re funny,” Ivy laughed as she hugged him.
“That’s why you love me.” Deacon smiled. “Roman, I have a question. Ivy, I hope you don’t care if I steal him from you.”
“As long you as you bring him back.” Ivy smiled, and the two men walked away.
Ivy made her way through the crowd, saying her hellos to complete strangers, but acting like she had known them all her life. They knew her because they knew why they were there. She was the focus and center of attention. It made her nervous, and she panicked a little.
Just then she felt a warm hand on her back. She looked up and saw that Roman had returned. Her heart felt lighter,
