***Butch***
What was she even doing out here? She wasn't supposed to be here, or even out here in the back. This place is off-limits to others; only family is allowed out back here, and a few chosen staff members for days like this when Mom wants to have lunch out here. So the fact that she is here and then has the nerve to growl at Ivy,
Her head drops. "Sorry, Butch."
I was about to correct her when I heard Ivy's sweet, soft voice.
"Butch?" Her lips moved as her eyes wandered from Chrissy to me. She seems to be studying us. I glance at Christina, her eyes lock on me; I give her a hard stare, warning her.
I hear Ivy suck in a breath, as she moves the chair back, standing up, she steps away from the table. She holds her hands up Her head is tipped down as her arms come to wrap around
