The morning silence in Ivy's room was broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. She sat on her vanity stool, gently dabbing foundation onto her flawless skin, trying to distract herself from the building anxiety in her chest.
Ever since Stefan had dropped those bombshell comments the day before, Ivy hadn't been able to shake the feeling that something was… unraveling. How could she when he had not even returned home once and his mother was also on Ruby's side?
Her phone buzzed on the marble countertop. She picked it up to see it was Stefan.
She stared at the screen for a moment, her pulse instantly racing. He hadn't called her in days—barely even acknowledged her since everything and just yesterday he'd said those disturbing words. She hurried to accept the call, eager and nervous all at once.
"Stefan?" Her voice was soft, almost tentative.
