Chapter 237

"Want to grab lunch together today?" Ivy asked on Thursday, appearing at my desk with that determined energy I knew too well. "I need to de-stress and talk about the party before the office chaos swallows us."

"Sure," I said, saving the document I was working on. "Where do you want to go?"

"That little Burgundian place on the corner, Le Petite Maison. It's perfect atmosphere for a girls' talk."