Andrew
"I'm dead serious, Andrew. You do not, under any circumstances, talk to her or any of her family members," James declares sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
An exasperated sigh escapes me as frustration simmers beneath the surface. "I get it, James," I retort, my response tinged with impatience.
His eyes narrow with added tension as he presses on, "Not even to offer an apology to her cousin."
"We hashed that out, James. At my apartment, when you insisted we go together to the reception. Then in the limo, before we picked up Ivy. And for the past twenty minutes," I shoot back, my irritation practically radiating.
Glancing at my watch, I realize it's been twenty-five minutes since Ivy excused herself to freshen up.
"Where is she? Should I be concerned and go look f
