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The next day seems to be busier than ever! Everyone is working twice as hard as they usually do, and there is so much chaos here, especially in the enormous backyard of this mansion. And I am just…uh…helping before Fiona orders me to get the crates of glass bottles from the kitchen.
That's how I meet Ivory pacing around.
I frown and place a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Startled, Ivory stops and swings her head in my direction as she gasps. Her eyes widen, but then she lets out a relieved sigh and mutters, "Oh, it's you."
I take my hand off and ask, "Is something wrong? You look tense — "
Her lips curl up into a snarl, and she runs a hand through her hair in frustration as she grumbles, "Well, it's unfair." What is? "I can't believe it." What can't you believe? "How
