Ivy’s POV
I woke up that morning and let out an exasperated groan. I remembered the shoot I had planned for the day and sighed in frustration. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to confront Taylor, not yet, at least. I sorted through my morning routine quickly and headed downstairs in a robe.
I walked up to a table laden with all kinds of foods and drinks, with Asher sitting there, legs crossed. He smiled warmly at me as soon as I walked in.
“I would have brought breakfast in bed, but I didn’t know how to manage,” he said, gesturing towards the breakfast buffet laid out on the table.
My mouth watered instantly, and I smiled appreciatively at him.
“You really didn’t have to,” I told him.
“You were down yesterday. I was only trying to make you feel better,” he replied.
I clutched tigh
