The moment the convoy pulls into the supermarket parking lot, I spot Ivy immediately.
She's standing near the entrance in oversized jeans and a pink hoodie, scrolling through her phone dramatically like she hasn't been blowing up my messages for the past twenty minutes.
The second she sees my car, her entire face lights up.
"Oh my God!"
Before the driver even fully opens my door, Ivy is already hurrying toward Mr and she practically squeaks when I step out.
"Look at you!" she says excitedly, grabbing both my hands. "Do you know how long it's been since I've seen you outside that giant prison mansion?"
Despite my nerves, I huff out a weak laugh.
"You saw me literally last week."
"That doesn't count. You were emotionally unstable and crying."
"Fair."
She keeps rambling anyway.
"And your security is terrifying by the way. One of them looked at me like he was deciding whether to shoot me."
I glance toward the line of black SUVs surrounding the parking lot.
