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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ 'Kiss It Better,' Rihanna🎶🎧
Authors's Pov Armani swiftly exited the black truck, clutching her black duffle bag in her hand, before forcefully shutting the door. Meanwhile, Ivy's personal chauffeur approached her with practiced precision, ensuring a smooth opening and closing of her door. Armani's gaze shifted, catching sight of another assistant attempting to grab her bag without even asking. She shot him an incredulous look, tightening her grip on the bag. "I can handle my own belongings just fine," she muttered under her breath.
"But, uh, ma'am, it's part of my duties," the man stammered, his nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he meticulously adjusted the bow on his sleek black suit. Armani couldn't help but roll her eyes, growing increasingly frustrated with being treated as if she were a child. Armani found herself perplexed by the extent of Ivy's wealth. While she knew Ivy was a fashion designer, she hadn't fully grasped the lavish lifestyle that accompanied it.
Armani couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment and being completely taken aback by the sheer luxury that surrounded Ivy daily. The sight of the numerous assistants running about only added to her feeling of confusion and being utterly overwhelmed.
"Yeah no, Your duty is to work for Ivy, not me. Move," Armani scoffed, as she brushed right past the assistant. She then began making her way towards Ivy, who was leading the way to the awaiting jet. The morning had been filled with an uncomfortable silence between the two of them, primarily because neither of them were particularly fond of mornings. This created an awkward atmosphere, although Armani couldn't care less about it.
Her mind was preoccupied with battling her anxiety as she boarded a plane, especially a jet, for the very first time in her life. Ivy, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, having already experienced this luxury multiple times since purchasing the aircraft. Armani's eyes widened as she raised her head to behold the imposing length of the jet before her. She had been so captivated by the sight of the aircraft that she hadn't even noticed Ivy making her way up the steps and entering the jet, assuming Armani was right behind her.
"Armani, aren't you coming? We have to get going!" Ivy called out, positioned at the peak of the steps. Suddenly realizing Armani's absence, Ivy's voice carried a hint of concern. Armani swiftly turned her head towards Ivy, nodding slowly in response. With a gulp, Armani made her way towards the steps, brushing past Ivy as she entered the plane. Ivy let out a sigh and followed suit, as one of the cabin crew members closed the jet's doorway.
As they both stepped into the jet, Armani took a seat on the edge of the long, cream-colored couch, immediately pulling out her headphones to tune out her reality with music. But before she could, she felt a presence take a seat dangerously close to her.
Ivy, in her usual nervous manner around Armani, began rambling anxiously, "Are you hungry? They have snacks, but they're mostly healthy snacks. I'm not sure if you like those kinds of snacks, but it's probably too early to eat snacks in the morning anyway, but-" Ivy's words were abruptly cut off by a hand across her mouth, mumbling her words.
