Ivy stormed toward me, and for a split second I was sure my heart was about to punch its way out of my chest. I tightened my shoulders, bracing myself like I was about to take a hit.
She stopped right in front of me… then exhaled and glanced around the fitting area.
"Evan," she said. "Were you trailing my mother like I told you to?"
"Uh—" My brain scrambled.
"I said I'd follow her," Ivy continued, annoyed. "I last saw her come in here. Where is she?"
I swallowed. "I saw her changing in that fitting room with her friends," I said quickly, nodding toward the curtain. "But she caught me watching and… yeah. She wasn't happy."
Ivy groaned. "Damn it. You got caught?"
"Badly," I said, forcing a nervous laugh. "I think she hates me now."
She clicked her tongue. "So? Was she with a man or something?"
"No. With her friends," I said, shaking my head. "I really screwed up, Ivy. I need to make it right."
She looked at me carefully. "You didn't tell her I sent you, right?"
