A few seconds later, the door opened, and a woman stepped out with a bright smile on her face. She was holding a beer in one hand and looked like she had clearly already been enjoying herself. Her long blue hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and she was wearing a skimpy dress that fit her figure a little too well to be called subtle. She had a big chest, a cheerful expression, and the kind of confidence that made it look like she was the undisputed queen of this house.
"Grace!" Ivy said immediately, stepping forward to hug her. "How are you?"
Grace laughed and hugged her back carefully, keeping her beer from spilling. "I'm good. And who is he?"
"Evan," I said with a nod.
Grace turned to me and smiled warmly. "Grace. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
"Well, come in!"
She stepped aside and let us through.
