"What is this, mad girl? What do you have on? "Aaron remarked, shockingly. He said, "How did you get these clothes?" "It's my mom's outfit. But I'm not sure how she wore it. Is it really so tight and uncomfortable? ", Ivy replied, her voice quivering. "But tell me how I look?" Ivy said, a smile on her face. Ivy reached out to Aaron and asked him to pick her up. "No, I'm not going to do that." "First, go change your clothes," Aaron said. Ivy's eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Why?" "Do I look bad?" she asked. Aaron rubbed his forehead. "Yes, you're looking terrible," he said. "Aaron," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh my God, Ivy, not now," he said.
"So you like that, Arona?" Ivy asked, pouting. "Who said that to you?" he asked. "I noticed you guys laughing and talking,
