Ivy’s POV.
I got ready for the meal that afternoon with one of the finest dresses I had on. Asher had so placed me in a position so notable and prestigious. I could feel the tension in the air as I walked along the lobby right to the dining room; there she was, Praise with the fork in her hands, having a very long and playful chat with her brother Asher, and was interrupted by the shining blue color of my dress.
“Good afternoon, Alpha,” I greeted, trying not to concentrate on him alone as Praise’s eyes and mine collided.
“Good afternoon, Ivy; how have you been?” He responded with the fork in his hands as he chewed his way through the turkey legs that were in front of him.
“I’m fine; good afternoon, my lady.” I greeted with my both fingers clinging together. She stared at me for som
