"So it's just us?" Ivy asked, turning in a slow circle in the living room. Her fingers brushed along the edge of the couch.
Winn nodded. "Just us. There'll be housekeepers coming in once a day, but for the rest of the time…" He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "…it's just us. Think of it as a marriage trial run."
"I'm gonna go take a shower. I'm exhausted," Ivy murmured, stretching her neck as she scanned the hallway for what she guessed was the master bedroom.
She found the master suite tucked away at the far end of the hall. It was minimalist and serene—cream walls, a vast mirror across from the bed. She stepped closer to it and caught her reflection, flushed and tired, yet still smiling. Her fingers reached for the zipper at the back of her dress.
