Ivy's POV.
"I can't believe Hayden gave us invitation cards" Betty mused on my bed. I glanced briefly at her over my shoulders before chuckling slightly. She had been staring intently at the invitation cards like a hawk.
"He was just being nice Betty. Stop reading into things" I cautioned.
Betty scoffed. "You say that now but Ivy you and I know that this is more than Hayden being nice" she air quoted the 'nice' word.
"Here we go" I muttered shaking my head and facing my closet, or my wardrobe.
"No no. Hear me out" Betty implored.
"I'm listening Betty" I replied not bothering to turn to her.
"I hear these cards are hard to come by Ivy. Did you see the queue at school today? All of them were scrambling to lay hands on one of these Ivy and Hayden personally delivered them to you"
