Josh walked at Ivy’s side. She wore a simple black gown with an elegant cut along the shoulder, understated yet striking, enough to make heads turn as they passed.Could something so simple really draw that much attention?Of course not.This was all Dylan’s doing—sending over a set of exquisite jew
“Yes, it’s me.” Nathaniel Miller’s voice came through steady, firm.The sound of it made Josh go still, his hand frozen mid-motion. Why was his father calling him this late at night? Ivy, standing beside him, couldn’t miss the subtle shift in his demeanor—like the call had cut straight through his c
“Where are we going?”“Supermarket,” Josh replied without glancing her way.Ivy stared at him, baffled. “We just came from the gallery, talked about the party, your strategy, and the delightful bit of bad news that could land me in prison… and now you want to go grocery shopping?” She turned fully t
As soon as Ivy stepped out of the gallery, Josh was already waiting out front, leaning casually against the hood of his car. The late afternoon sun lit his hair with a warm sheen, making the ocean-blue of his eyes even more captivating. The way he watched her walk toward him was almost unsettling—li
“I don’t know why… I suddenly feel nervous,” Ivy said with a faint smile.“What are you afraid of?”“Maybe one of the paintings inside will come to life and chase me?”Josh let out a low laugh at her comment. “That’s where your imagination goes? Impressive.”They stepped through the gallery’s tall g
"Yep." Josh snapped his fingers. "But not so fast—it comes with strings. This time, you’re part of the job. Don’t worry, all we need to do is show up at the art exhibition."His tone was light, but there was a weight behind his words that told Ivy he wasn’t joking.The car glided along, following th