Ivy’s POV
Brunch with Jessica was never meant to be innocent.
It was meant to be messy, loud, probably involve one of us saying something completely inappropriate in front of children, and 100% end in some scandalous detail being yelled across the table.
And today? It delivers.
Jessica’s already two mimosas in by the time I slide into the booth at our favorite rooftop spot, wearing a pale yellow sundress and oversized sunglasses to hide the “I just got wrecked by a Greek god” look on my face.
“You look suspiciously radiant,” she says, sipping with a raised brow. “Like you’ve been laid by Zeus himself. Did he make you see stars? Did he—oh my God, he did, didn’t he?!”
I chuckle, hiding my smile behind my menu. “Can we eat before you start demanding positions and play-by-plays?”
“Nope.
