After the cake, we separated. Ivy wanted to go and introduce Mary to her side of things. I knew I would get a turn later, and honestly I was fine with that. I knew that Ivy would rip the face off of anyone that wanted to make any trouble. I call my lot together, with all the self-importance of someone who, ah, knows what the f**k they’re going to say. I had no idea. I knew that whatever Ivy was holding court to right now was going to be… refined. Royal, and elegant… and pretentious. I didn’t know if Mary was going to think it was awesome, or if she was just going to wonder what the hell was going on. I didn’t want to do that. In fact, I went so far as to walk in five minutes late to my own meeting, a frazzled mess. I’m pretending that was on purpose. Don’t judge me. They whispered, and sta
