#Chapter 55
Evelyn
/"Are you sure that's the lamp you want?/" Ivan asks with a scowl plastered on his face.
/"What's wrong with it?/" A frown grows between my eyebrows as I study the object carefully.
/"Everything,/" Ivan says, sounding completely exasperated.
/"You're being delusional./" I put the lamp in my cart and move along.
/"'Not once in my life have I imagined shopping at IKEA with my stupid best friend./"
/"I'm not stupid,/" I protest.
/"Buying that lamp makes you stupid./"
/"I don't care./"
/"You should. You'll be the stupid owner of a stupid lamp./"
Ivan runs a hand through his fingers and tugs the strands lightly. His blue eyes appear darker in shade today and his body language is strained.
/"Are you okay Ivan?/" We stop in the middle of the aisle.
/"I'm fine. What would happen to me?/" The octave of his voice rises a little and causes the muscles in my stomach to clench in worry.
