After the call with Stefan, Ivy remained dumbfounded, unable to think what that was about.
Though she'd thought it was some sort of surprise or something but this was too much and he'd sounded pretty serious.
Her hand dropped slowly to her lap, and for a few seconds, she just stared at the phone, her mind trying to grasp why he could be talking to her in that manner.
Eliana peeked over from her seat. "Who was that? You look like someone just told you your house is on fire."
"It was Stefan," Ivy said, slipping her phone back onto the table where she'd picked it from.
Eliana's brows lifted under the thick mask. "Uh-oh. Trouble in fake-marriage paradise?"
Ivy rolled her eyes, grabbing the cucumber slice she'd left on the chair. "It's not a fake marriage and there's no trouble. He said he needs to talk. Asked me to come home, that's all."
Eliana scoffed. "Okay, so what happens to us? To me? Are we cutting this session short or what? We're in the middle of a spa, Ivy."
