In my house. Serving her meals. Getting all the credit while I watched from the sidelines.
I agreed without arguing.
What would be the point?
Noah tugged on my sleeve later that afternoon.
Ivy practically glowed when she heard. “Of course! My sweet boy.
You can be my little assistant.”
He disappeared into the dining room with her. I heard them talking quietly, but couldn’t make out the words.
I should’ve known something was brewing.
By six, the house was full.
The guests crowded around the table Ivy had set with her roasted turkey, glazed carrots, and mashed potatoes.
People praised her as if she’d cured cancer.
“You’re so talented!”
“How do you always manage to outdo yourself?”
She soaked it in, smiling modestly. “I just love taking care of my family.”
Ethan stood, raising his glass.
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