Ivy sat up carefully, feeling a little green, her head spinning from the hangover. She hadn't meant to drink so much last night. She snorted. Pippin was a bad influence on her.
She had a vague memory of her father meeting them at the door and not being very happy about their state. She ran a a hand through her hair, dislodging the flower stuck over her ear. She smiled and blushed. At least her father didn't know what she'd been doing with her betrothed between the pub and home. That was territory they didn't need to go into again.