Ivy
a deep, husky voice emerged behind us.
My eyes opened to reveal an older silver fox standing there. He was tall and handsome, with a silver-grey beard to match. His chiseled jaw, exposed cheekbones, and perfectly arched black eyebrows made his presence speak volumes. His formal suit and unbuttoned white undershirt accentuated his muscular physique.
"Dimitri," he introduced, "Callista's husband."
"Ivy," I replied.
His eyes examined me briefly, "You're beautiful."
I turned to Callista for help, but she bowed her head, drinking champagne.
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