I stared at Ivy across my desk, her question still hanging in the air. "What more could you want from me?" The words had left my mouth in a whisper, betraying a vulnerability I hadn't meant to show.
Ivy's thin lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She shifted in her seat, arranging her frail body more comfortably. Despite her pallor and the dark circles under her eyes, she looked triumphant.
"Actually," she said, "there is one more thing."
Of course there was. With Ivy, there was always one more thing.
I crossed my arms. "What now? You've already taken my fiancé, my wedding dress, and threatened my company."
"I want you to be the official witness at our wedding."
The request struck me like a physical blow. For several seconds, I couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe.
"You can't be serious," I finally managed.
