CHAPTER 113–IVY

Ivy struggled with a clasp on a necklace. Heath entered the bedroom. “Look at you. You’re beautiful. Here, let me help.” He dropped a long mailing tube on their bed and took the necklace from her. Heath clasped it in easily. He’d arranged an appointment for her hair and makeup after work and now she dressed in an evening dress he’d bought her.

Her hair rested in a knot on the top of her head, ringed with curls. She wore more makeup than she would in a year, but it wasn’t obvious. She saw a face in the mirror that she didn’t recognize.

“There. Now, the car is waiting. If you’re ready, we’ll go. Oh, I have something for you.” Heath gave the tube to her. “They took time to create it, but it arrived just in time.” Her sapphire dress swished around her legs.

“Who’re they? What did they make?” Ivy still had times when she let her fear his surprises.

“You said you have one cane. I found something better for these occasions. Open it and tell me if you like.” Ivy watche