12 - What If
Ivy
“Hi!”
“Uh, hello.”
I stood beside Aiden and waved at the girl who was holding a box of—
“These are cupcakes.” She shoved them in Aiden’s hands and smiled at both of us. “I’m your neighbor, Mia Miller. Nice to meet you.”
“Aiden Stone,” he said firmly. “This is Ivy and—” His phone rang in the kitchen and he offered an apology to both of us, “Sorry, I’ve got to take that.”
As soon as he was out of the earshot, Mia looked at me and said, “Your husband is so hot!”
I shook my head, heat creeping up my neck. “Aiden is not my husband.”
She raised her brow and looked at the man on the phone in the hallway and back at me. “He wants to be, by the way he was looking at you.”
I turned redder. She looked a few years younger than me, with shoulder length dark hair and bright
