The Fall Festival Kiss

Ivy

The retreat’s annual Fall Festival was like stepping into a Pinterest board—vibrant autumn leaves everywhere, string lights twinkling overhead, booths with apple cider and caramel corn, couples laughing over pumpkin painting and three-legged races. It was disgustingly adorable. And Ivy, somehow, was the queen of it all.

Or at least that’s how it felt.

She wore a cream-colored knit sweater dress with tall boots, her curls wild and frizzed from the breeze, cheeks ...