Lucy’s POV
“Be ready, Daniel is about to leave!” Ivy’s voice rang through the room as I stood in front of the long length mirror, a frown etched on my face, as I tried to understand this new dress.
I glanced down at the strange attire clinging to my body, what humans called “office wear.” The dark pencil skirt seemed too restrictive, and the blouse with buttons going down the middle was a puzzle I hadn’t solved yet.
“Ivy,” I called out, trying to hide the frustration in my voice. “This dress... I don’t think it’s cooperating with me and my personality.”
Ivy appeared in the doorway, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Her blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, and she looked far too amused by my own struggle.
“Lucy, it’s just a skirt and blouse,” she said, crossing her arms
