Four days later
Andrew
"A hud! Those impromptu parties you throw are the GOAT!" Maxwell Wallace bursts out as he pulls me into a hug.
"Glad you could join, Maxwell," I tell him, my attention repeatedly shifting to the entrance. Erik better deliver on his promise and bring Sky to the party.
The reception hall pulsates with vivacity, a stark contradiction to the tumult within me. I've been mingling with the guests for an hour now, engaging in small talk and laughter, but my thoughts persistently return to Skylar—the anguish in her eyes when she stormed my office, the heavy-heartedness in her voice when she urged me to move on with Ivy.
Ivy's voice pierces through the music, cutting into my thoughts. "Andrew, can we have a word?" she demands, her eyes swirling with fury. I glance past he
