Chapter 577

Ivy's POV

"So… hypothetically…" I said, staring at my own exhausted face on my phone screen, "if I had promised to save a failing inn in the middle of nowhere, what would you do first?"

My hair was in a crooked bun on top of my head, and the mug of coffee beside me had already been reheated in the microwave three times.

On the other end of the video call, Tessa froze mid–sip of wine.

"Sorry," she