32
IVY
EPILOGUE
I hadn’t cut myself since that night over a year ago, when Rupert and I broke up, nor did I have the urge. Of course, that didn’t mean I never would again. I’d been working with a therapist every week to recognize my triggers for self-harm and deal with my feelings before they took over.
We were in Roxie’s cupcake shop, Sprinkles. The savvy business owner and baker loved being a little in the Petting Zoo, and her sense of play showed in the sweet shop’s decor. Pink booths, black and white checkered floor, and chandeliers hung over every table.
“Mm,” Gigi moaned beside me. “These bourbon pecan pie cupcakes are sinful, Ivy. You need enough of these to feed the whole guest list.”
“Just wait, you haven’t sampled the dark chocolate or blackberry lemon flavors yet. Save roo
