That evening, Ivy stood in her walk-in closet, flipping through her dresses.

Ethan happened to walk by and paused at the door. “Looking for a dress?”

“Yeah,” she replied casually. “I’m going to a party tomorrow night with my Senior.”

She made no attempt to hide it—told him directly what she’d be doing.

A party with her Senior.

Ethan stilled, eyes locked on her as she browsed the racks. “A ...