“Hmm… The boss's wife, Mrs. Hilton to be,” Maria teased upon getting to Ivy’s working table.
She had been by the door watching her for a while and saw that Ivy had no idea about it. Caught unaware, Ivy only noticed when Maria got to her desk.
“Hi Maria. Why do you have to always be like that? What was that?” asked Ivy as she shifted her focus from the laptop to Maria.
Checking her wrist and remembering she had no wristwatch on, she turned to her phone and discovered it was lunchtime, one of the periods she gets to host her talkative and nosy colleague, Maria.
Maria asked, pretending not to be aware of what Ivy was making reference to while she had a mischievous smile on, one that already announced her mischief, “What was what?”
“What’s with ‘Mrs. Hilton to be’?” She queried, moving h
