Iris smiled and nodded and clapped politely as Ivy gave her spontaneous welcoming speech to the crowd of well-wishers, but inside, she was seething. Just a few hours earlier, she'd been so happy as she'd sat in the kitchen, making the potato salad and contemplating how wonderful it was that Declan didn't seem to notice or care that she was a cripple.
Well, she was starting to realize that there was a downside to that optimistic positivity that Declan brought to every situation. He had to understand that she wasn't like everyone else. She couldn't do all that he wanted.
Or all that she wanted.
She deflated a little, her shoulders sagging. Dammit all. As much as she hated to admit the truth, her biggest frustration wasn't with Declan and his inability to realize how crippled she really was.