Ivy continued walking.
She knew that hadn't been just a figment of her imagination. They were watching her, she had known that for a long time. This had only just confirmed it.
Act normal, Ivy.
Nothing about this was strange at all. Nothing.
By the time she got back to the table, Elsa was wearing Chris's jacket, leaving Chris in his light blue shirt.
"He is such a gentleman." She said, patting his shoulder lightly.
"Yeah." Ivy replied, taking her seat.
"Let's talk about your drawings again." Chris said with a slight smile.
"Elsa's singing inst--"
"It was when she was 16." Elsa slammed her wine glass on the table and everyone at the table looked at her, even Jett as he cursed inaudibly under his breath.
"Oops, sorry." She giggled, her eyes twinkling with drunken happiness.
"Wa
