Lucy’s POV
The morning sunlight poured through the large windows of the house as I made my way to the main floor. My mind was still tangled in thoughts from the restless night before. As I descended the staircase, the sound of voices reached my ears—Daniel and Ivy, deep in conversation, like two love birds.
Taking a deep breath, I, pushed my emotions aside and painted a faint smile on my face. It wasn’t much, but it would do enough not to tell my real emotion.
“Good morning,” Ivy greeted as soon as I stepped into view. Her warm smile was always comforting, though her sharp eyes seemed to miss nothing.
“Morning,” I replied with a yawn, slipping between the two of them and finding my usual spot on the couch. I crossed one leg over the other, trying to appear more composed than I felt of
