Dear emotionally unwell but deeply committed reader,
If you've made it to the end of this mafia-gothic-slow-burn-wild-child fever dream, first of all: Are you okay? Do you need water? A nap? Therapy? A Marcie in your life?
Thank you for sticking with Ivy and Cassius through the steamy chaos, the psychological warfare, and the aggressive rose-watering.
You matter. You're valid. And yes—you, too, deserve a morally questionable soulmate with trauma, great bone structure, and absolutely no chill.
Stay unhinged. Stay hydrated.
—Your friendly chaos conductor 💋