SHATTERED TRUTHS
Ivy’s POV
The thick wood door of the boutique hotel’s private room creaks shut behind me. My heels click silently on the polished marble floor as I approach Marissa, who sits on a comfortable sofa with an infuriatingly smug look. A half-full glass of champagne sparkles in her palm, catching the gentle light above. This is the moment I’ve been working up to, preparing for, rehearsing in my brain. But nothing could prepare me for what she was about to reveal.
“Ah, Ivy,” Marissa purrs, reclining back with an air of tremendous assurance. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to come to me. Took longer than I thought. Did Griffin send you? Or are you come to plead for pardon on your own?”
Hmmm…what is going to happen now
I make myself to keep calm. Don’t
