For my love

Ivy

I was halfway through my hair and makeup when Marsha rushed in, wide-eyed and breathless. All eyes in the room turned toward her.

“What is it, Marsha?” I asked in a panicky voice. The look on her face made me even more worried, and my mind raced in different directions.

“We have a little situation downstairs,” Marsha said, glancing at the women behind me.

I turned to them, “Give me a moment, please,” I whispered.

I walked up to Marsha, and she took my hand, leading me out the door.

“What is going on, Marsha?” I asked as soon as we were out of earshot.

“It’s Max. He’s at the reception, and he’s attracting attention.”

I halted. “What do you mean he’s attracting attention?”

Marsha gave me a look but didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled my hand and led me toward the reception area. We peeked together.

I didn’t know what I was expecting to see, but it was definitely not Max carrying a huge balloon bouquet in one hand and a flower in the other. I exhaled and pulled away, not wanting