Ivy's POV
A few days after the prom, my mother woke me up at the crack of dawn.
“Get up,” she said, throwing my curtains open. Sunlight spilled in. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the crack of dawn. Regardless, she had woken me up from a very sweet dream featuring Sean, and I did not appreciate that.
“We need to get moving,” she said, pulling away my comforter. “Finish packing your stuff.”
That’s right, it was moving day. My mother had eloped with her mysterious new husband, and now, we were moving to live with him. Moving again was not my favourite thing at the moment, having done it again recently.
My mother sat down on my bed and took my hands. “I’m so sorry to be uprooting you so soon again. I know it’s going to be a new environment, but I promise you’ll love it. Ken’s a real
