In the span of milliseconds, something snapped inside her. It was a small, already fraying thing, and when she felt it break, she wasn’t upset at all. Ivy didn’t want to spend the day obsessing over her insecurities. Who benefited from her feeling terrible? It certainly wouldn’t help her mental health, and her family was nowhere near her, so they couldn’t even enjoy the routine jabs and digs at each of her soft spots. Every single person in the room was staring at Silas. And he was staring at her.
