Ivy’s POV
When I saw Asher from across the hall, all of my fears, worries, and anger seemed to drift away quickly too. All of it that I had walked into that hall with dissipated into thin air.
It was like seeing him made everything good again. I wasn’t angry at him anymore. I didn’t worry that we wouldn’t pass off as a good couple, nothing. He looked dapper in that black tuxedo, and it was hard to explain, but he pulled it off in a way no one else in the room could.
He didn’t look like any of the other uptight, snobbish men prancing around. He was more laid back, his slightly overgrown hair fell over his face, those smiley honey brown eyes boring into me, and even in the distance, I could feel the desire swirling in their depths. Goosebumps spread all over my skin.
And like a scene fro
