"Lyndon, what do you mean? You were the one who was drunk, saying you liked me and pressing for intimacy. I'm aware it's improper before marriage, but for you, I was prepared to concede," Ivy protested, still feigning innocence.

Lyndon's sneer was evident as he said, “I like you? That's ridiculous!

Miss Larson, surely if your memory serves you well, you'll recall my recent rejection.”

Ivy felt a lump in her throat and tugged at her mother's sleeve, seeking her parents' intervention.

Renata's eyes sparkled with understanding.