Dinner had been a disaster. Her nerves got the better of her, making her jittery and clumsy. She’d dripped gravy onto the table, knocked her silverware to the floor, and spilled her wine in her lap. There were fewer people at the meal, but that only meant there were less distractions to keep eyes away from her. Everyone saw how jumpy she was—even Kat seemed concerned. As soon as her plate was cleared, Ivy had run off to hide in her room.
