Surprise coursed through me as I caught my reflection, but my smile quickly faded as suspicion crept in. "Where are we going that you took the time to doll me up?" I questioned, sensing something hidden. Ivy averted her gaze, confirming my doubts, and gazed out the window. "Don't worry, you'll see when we arrive," she assured me.
The remainder of the journey was shrouded in silence, until the taxi abruptly halted in front of an extravagant building. I peered outside, my eyes widening in awe, only to be met with a chilling breeze. Ivy was already outside, urging me to join her. "Come on," she insisted, "let's go inside." With that, she settled the fare with the driver, and we made our way into the building.
As soon as we stepped into the room, the smooth melodies of jazz caressed my ears,
