I’m Yours, Mr. Blackwood
IVY’S POV
“Alright”. I gave the maid another polite smile. “I’ll be right out. Thank you.”
I took a deep breath, checked my reflection in the mirror to ensure no tears had ruined my makeup, and straightened my shoulders. I wasn’t going to let Damien think his words got to me.
The maid led me to the dining room and my mouth fell slightly at the sight of silver platters filled with roasted lamb, grilled salmon, creamy mashed potatoes, buttered vegetables, fresh bread, salads and soups.