Ivy looked up from the note in her hand when the door opened, and her gaze connected with Anna's.
“My beautiful bride,” Anna said with a smile as she drew closer to the bed with a tray in hand. “I see you're making good use of the notepad you asked for last night.” She set the tray on the side table, and straightened up.
“Yeah, I did. I have something for you to help me pass along,” Ivy said.
“Really? What's that? Anything at all. You know I'm always ready to help you.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes went back to the note. She read it three times before carefully folding it.
“You wrote a letter, Bride?”
“Yeah. Could you pass it to Vladimir please?” She stretched out her hand.
Anna's brows knitted, as she collected the note from her hand.
“I have questions, but I won't ask.”
Ivy smiled. “Don't
