Frances
FrancesDinner was a nice gesture from Ivy’s parents but I could tell it wasn’t our scene. Ivy was tense the entire way and what I hoped would be a romantic date turned out as something we had to wrestle through. I tried not to take it personally but I was a little deflated as we left the restaurant. If I hadn’t agreed to the Christmas market earlier, I might’ve suggested we just go home. I wanted to get a good night’s sleep before the long anticipated Christmas dinner.
“Oh, it’s a lovely crisp night,” Ivy commented as we continued to the village. “I can already smell the waffles and spices. I hope they have mulled wine.”
A smile tugged on my lips. Looked like it was the restaurant that put her on edge. She was more relaxed now, more back to her regular self. Some of the stress f
