"Hey guys, it's been a while," she greeted everyone with a charming smile and a wave.
One of the guys handed her a drink, "Hasn't it been ages, Ivy? You weren't very fair, you know, such a big event as your wedding and you didn't invite us to the party."
Ivy Miller grinned, "Oh, come on, it wasn't that I didn't invite you. We've registered but haven't had the ceremony yet.
What's the rush, really? Don't worry, I won't let your contribution go to waste."
"Oh, so all along you were just thinking about our cash gifts."
Ivy gave a mischievous smile, "Of course, what else did you think you guys were good for?"
Mila Hughes whispered in her ear, "That guy's been watching you, well played."
Ivy Miller felt a bit proud. Naturally, she had to put on a good show.
Robert Weston approached her, raising his glass, "Ivy, you've slimmed down quite a bit."
Ivy Miller looked herself over, "Have I? It must be because I'm missing my husband.
