Ivy’s POV.
I packed a few clothes into a mini bag I had got from Nisa about a week ago and was almost ready to make for the run before Nisa came in. She had no idea what went on or why I did what I did. All she knew was I had a bag in my hands and clothes in it.
“Good evening, Ivy. What’s going on here? Oh, please pardon me, I forgot to do your laundry yesterday, I am so sorry about that.” She took the clothes from my hands and had them to herself.
“These are all neat clothes,” she said, holding them in her hands and looking so surprised at me.
“Are you sure? I think you should have a recheck, they aren’t as neat as you may think they are.” I felt somewhat embarrassed about what had happened. Nisa was a badass when it came to investigations, and I knew perhaps she must have got so
