And when I love thee not, chaos is come again “What did you do this weekend?” Ivy and Orianna were sitting at their desks opposite one another, sipping coffee in an attempt to rev up for the week ahead. “I spent all Saturday shopping,” said Orianna. “Ooh, get anything nice?” “A few little things for the apartment.” Orianna downplayed her extravagance for fear Ivy might detect she’d been prompted by her pay raise. Yet she couldn’t resist sharing, “And a Dolce and Gabbana skirt,” knowing how much Ivy appreciated clothes too. Their tastes were different—Ivy preferred clean lines; Orianna was a sucker for frills and flounces—but they shared a passion for fashion. “Describe.” “Deep plum color, some sort of satin, cut on the bias, with lace that crosses over at the front like this.” Orianna stood up to demonstrate. “Bet that really suits you.” Orianna smiled to herself, recalling the ardor with which Dan had undressed her after she’d worn it out the night before.
