IVY
I feel like a walking s*x symbol in this dress. I knew I looked hot when I wore it at the store, but here? Now? Staring at myself in the mirror with my hair in wet waves down my back, smoky eye make up and dark red lips, I would f**k myself if I have the chance.
And I would have it, if Sierra would just leave the room and let me…
“You look incredible,” her voice snatches me away from my thoughts.
“Now let’s go show everyone who Ivy Lane really is.”
Quick question, who is Ivy Lane?
The walk downstairs feels like walking to my execution, and I know better than to take that walk without my bottle of whiskey.
Turns out my best friend is a party genius. The pool area is packed, and I can see some people around the garden as well. The warm lights, music blasting from the speakers
