270. Advice
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2025-05-30 20:13:13

The reception buzzed with warmth and joy, a perfect continuation of the elegant ceremony that had preceded it. The ballroom was cast in soft golden light, the chandeliers glittering like frozen fireworks above a sea of smiling guests. Ivy stood with a flute of sparkling juice in hand, her gaze drifting over the crowd. It felt good to see Van’s family celebrating something beautiful—no schemes, no hidden dangers, just laughter and music.

Macy and her new husband were the stars of the evening. They moved from table to table, accepting congratulations, pausing for photos, laughing at old stories. Macy’s gown shimmered as she danced, the soft veil tucked behind her shoulder like a whisper of the ceremony that still clung to her.

Van had taken a seat beside Ivy at their family table, the twins on either side of him, giggling as they played with the party favors. His expression was relaxed, eyes softer than Ivy had seen in weeks. For a few brief hours, he wasn’t the CEO navigating legal lan
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