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Ivy was sitting in her dimly lit dorm room, her laptop open and several documents scattered across the desk. The evening air feels heavy with the weight of the day, and having a sense of worry for Taehyung that what could be the reason taehyung didn't came today.
As she busies herself with her project given by the professor, the silence is broken by a knock at the door. She calls out, "Come in."
The door creaks open, revealing a maid standing politely "Mam, Sir has asked me to inform you that you need to be ready by 8 PM sharp. You'll be accompanying him to his business partner's anniversary party. However, the young master won't be able to join you today."
She nods in understanding "Thank you," she says softly, her mind now racing about the evening ahead. The door closes, leaving her in the quiet room once again. She glances at the clock, noting that she has just under two hours to prepare.
Taking a deep breath, Ivy rises from her desk, pushing aside the papers and projects, her mood shifting as she makes her way to her wardrobe. The event requires elegance, but her thoughts remain elsewhere.
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Ivy stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleek black dress that hugged her figure elegantly. The gown flowed gracefully down to the floor, the fabric shimmering under the soft light. The deep V-neckline added a touch of grace, while her bare shoulders were framed by delicate, off-the-shoulder straps. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, a contrast against the dark fabric, and her eyes, lined perfectly , shimmered like the stars outside her window. She slipped on a pair of silver heels, their shine matching the subtle sparkle of her earrings.
As she descended the staircase, her gaze landed on her father waiting in the hallway below. He stood tall, his back straight and his frame imposing despite his age. At fifty two, her father maintained a remarkable physique-broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, and not a hint of wear from the years of running a successful business. His black suit was tailored perfectly, every inch exuding power and control. His hair was neatly combed, and though his face was devoid of any visible emotion, there was an air of authority that surrounded him.
Ivy's heels clicked against the marble floors as she reached the bottom of the stairs, catching her father's eye. He gave her a brief once-over before speaking, his voice deep and steady, "You will be staying with your aunt at the party. Do not go anywhere else."
His words were not a suggestion but an order, as always. Ivy nodded, biting back a sigh, and before she could respond, he turned on his heel and walked out of the house, his footsteps firm and measured.
Once outside, Ivy spotted her uncle and aunt standing by the car, waiting for her. Her uncle gave her a warm nod, and her aunt smiled sweetly as she approached them.
"Good evening, Uncle. Aunt," Ivy greeted them with a polite smile.
"Oh, Ivy! You look absolutely stunning," her aunt gushed, pulling her into a gentle hug. Her uncle nodded in agreement with his eyes soft .
