MARISSA’S BLACKMAIL
Ivy’s POV
The chandelier above glitters like a thousand stars, sending sparkling shadows across the dance floor. The charity event is in full swing, with laughing and clinking drinks ringing around me. My smile is set, practiced, but my stomach twists with dread. I can feel her before I even see her. Marissa.
She moves toward me like a hunter stalking prey, her crimson dress a sharp contrast to the beauty around her. Her steps are intentional, her eyes locked onto me. When she reaches my side, she leans in, her breath warm against my ear.
“Fancy seeing you here, Ivy.” Her voice is sweet, but the venom underneath is obvious.
I turn, my heart rising, and meet her cool stare. “Marissa.” I keep my tone even. “What do you want?”
She smiles, holding up a sleek black
