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Sarmad was a breath of fresh air during the charity auction. Although Ivy had always enjoyed social events, especially ones among the Society members, the distance from Leah was tolling. Some of the conversation with the wilder members, ones Ivy didn’t believe fit the Society well, was also tolling, although she was far too classy to state that opinion.

With her arm linked through Sarmad’s, Ivy smiled at her friend as Brennan of Romania (was it Romania? Ivy hadn’t been paying close attention to the man that had been telling Sarmad and Ivy a frankly disgusting story about a prostitute he’d hired) took his leave. “If I had to endure one more of Brennan’s stories, I think I would have died,” Ivy stated with a dramatic sigh. “Without you, Sarmad, I don’t think I could have survived all these years of small talk.” Before he could reply, Ivy glanced in Leah’s direction before returning her attention to her friend. “How many people do you think believe we’re a couple?” Ivy asked, amused.