Ivy’s POV
I sat upright, scrolling through the news feed. “What did it say, Marsha?” I asked, biting my fingernails anxiously.
Marsha, my personal assistant for years, replied, “It’s been generally positive. I think fans are truly fascinated with the idea of you two being a couple…”
I looked up from my phone to her. Marsha was a fiery redhead with striking green eyes.
“I can’t tell if you’re serious right now or just pulling my leg…” I said skeptically.
She smiled at me. “I am serious…”
We had announced our marriage. Well, technically Asher had—without my input. I knew it was bound to happen at some point, but I was still unprepared. Not him, though. He showed up at an event wearing his ring, making sure to flash it for the cameras. It didn’t take long for the media to piece it all t
