"Is everything okay?" Ivy asked softly as she stepped into the dining room. The storm seemed to pause — if only for her.
"Everything is peachy," Winn snapped, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes before walking out of the room. He needed a drink.
Ivy's gaze followed him, confusion knitting her brow, before turning back to Anna.
"Ivy, why don't you come help set these cutleries," Anna said, regaining her composure.
"Of course, Anna," Ivy said with a gentle smile and stepped closer to the table. The maid had already laid out fine plates. She picked up the cutleries and began placing them beside each plate.
"Was Trish around to help you with wedding preparations while we were gone?" Ivy asked, trying to fill the uneasy silence.
