Chapter 152 Ch One Hundred And Fifty Two

• Ivy stared blankly out of her window, a champagne flute perfectly arched between her fingers, her mind lost in disturbing thoughts that refused to stop badgering her head.
• Her encounter with Marcel played over and over in her head like a broken record stuck on repeat, as she tried to understand why his demeanor changed instantly upon seeing a glance at Audrey’s picture who had called her at the moment. He remained unfazed when she told him of Isla's plans.
• He had seemed so calm, so collected up until that point, and it was as if the name and the contact photo on her screen had flipped a switch on him, releasing emotions that had been buried in him.