A Party Called Ivy. I'm In.
--- Chapter 21: A Party Called Ivy. I'm In. "Dong." The grand antique clock in Stephen's mansion chimed as the front door creaked open. Hannah stepped in, the click of her black heels echoing against the marble floor. The scent of lavender and expensive wood polish filled the air. Stephen, sprawled across a velvet rug with a glass of sparkling apple juice and a playlist of soft indie pop humming in the background, quickly stood up. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry," she said, startled. "We can try again, okay? We can do another session. You can still make up for—" Hannah raised a hand to silence her. "Yale rejected me," she said flatly. Stephen's breath caught in her throat. She took a step forward, arms half-raised in sympathy. "Don't," Hannah snapped, taking a step back. "Don't touch me.
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