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Barely able to contain her anger, Ivy strode across the car court. A couple of guests were lounging by the pool, so with the windows in the kitchen open, they’d heard everything. Cringing inside, she crossed the car court, desperate to get away from everyone.
Just when Ivy thought the week was going well, her daughter had to pull this trick.
Footsteps sounded behind her.
Bennett called out, “Ivy, wait up.”
Gritting her teeth, she stopped. Lowering her voice, she whirled around and said, “I am not having this out in front of our guests. They’ve heard enough.”
Bennett held his arms wide in an appeal. “The dishwashers are a gift from me. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” The anger coursing through her quickly dissipated, replaced with embarrassment. She hear
