Sebastian's POV
After she was done drinking the water, I watched her place the glass back on the table.
For a brief moment she looked like someone gathering her thoughts before speaking again.
She looked different tonight. I had seen Ivy Whitemore in many situations before. Most of the time in her professional appearance. But tonight she had clearly put on a different appearance.
Her dress was simple but elegant. Her hair was styled neatly, falling softly over her shoulder. It was a noticeable change from the strong professional image she normally presented.
"Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me," she said finally.
Her voice was calm, but I could tell she had been thinking carefully about what she wanted to say tonight.
"You don't need to thank me," I replie
