Chapter 69

Tasha’s POV 

"I'm not saying your dress isn't perfect," Ivy said. 

"Just let me know next time, and we'll get you something truly haute couture." I thanked our waiter as he laid down the gold-embossed menus. 

Since Ivy was intent on studying all the charity gala photographs online, I left my menu unopened. 

"I was assured that I could never go wrong with vintage Valentino. Plus, it's just a black dress." 

"A drop-dead gorgeous dress." Ivy gasped again. "Wow. That is a low back." I laughed and tried to snatch her phone away, but my friend was too fast. 

"Ivy, stop. Please!" 

"Oh, no, definitely not. Now I know why there's a buzz going around. It seems Ms. Ellison Ramsey has been knocked off her society pages throne. There's half a dozen photographs of you, plus more with you prominently in the background." Ivy looked at each one. 

"And a lot of you with Rainer Maxwell." "We work together," I said.