Ivy flung her arms around her eldest daughter. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”
Misty ran a hand through her tousled brown hair and laughed. “Because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” She hugged her mother before turning to greet Poppy and Carlotta.
“And Elena, it’s wonderful to see you, too.” Ivy held out her arms to the other young woman, whose short brown hair framed bright blue eyes. A tiny blue diamond studded her nose, and a small tattoo of a flower peeked from behind one ear. “How is your jewelry business?”
Elena laughed. “It’s been crazy busy. I loaned some pieces to the costume designer on Misty’s new show. Misty wore them and posted photos to social media. Now everyone wants the same necklace.”
“I had to practically drag her out of her shop,” Misty said,
