IVY’S POV“Oh, dear. I’m so glad nothing happened to her,” Mrs. Miller sighed, still looking dreadful.“Me too. You know you can still come and see her, Mrs. Miller,” he reminded her gently. “I don’t know why you keep refusing to do so.”“I will,” she told him with a sigh. “You know your status in society, Damien. I don’t want to draw any attention to you and her. I will see her when the time is right.”“Fine. As you wish.” He threw his hands in surrender, and even I could tell that he’d tried to persuade her to do this countless times.“My beautiful girl.” She turned her attention to me, and my back straightened on its own. “What is your name, dear?”“Ivy. Ivy Hayes.”“Ivy Hayes.” The woman repeated my name with a smile. “One thing I love about Damien is that he has impeccable taste. From Serena to you. Tell me, dear, how did you both meet?”I looked over at Damien for help, but he was playing with Alice, leaving me to handle this conversation with this very curious lady.“Well, I’m
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