"You're Elijah's girlfriend?" Natasha repeated, stepping closer to Ivory.
"Whoa whoa." Ivory eased, placing her hands up before her. "Back up Nat. No, I'm not-"
"I'm not stupid Ivory!" The Mexican princess yelled and for a minute everyone else in the room paused what they were doing to stare at them.
From the corner of her eyes, she watched her mom approach them. "Is everything alright?"
Shit, Ivory thought. The last thing she needed was Natasha causing a freaking scene. Smiling at her mom, she slid her hand over Natasha's.
"Nothing to worry about mom, Natasha and I were just speaking."
Madeline eyed her daughter warily and then Natasha who looked like a fuse ready to explode.
"Well lower your voices." She said tentatively. "Or how about you both go and speak somewhere else?"
