Chapter 3

"Hey Ivy, glad you're back." Hazel straightened immediately, smiling as if the chaos at the party had never happened.

I ignored her and glanced upstairs at my room.

The door was wide open, and my familiar room was gone. Instead, there were new wardrobes and glass cabinets, packed with Hazel's clothes and bags.

"What are you staring at?" My dad frowned. "Your room was unused anyway. Hazel's got a lot of clothes, so it makes sense to turn it into a walk-in closet. You hardly come home. Just crash in the guest room when you do."

Hazel suddenly remembered something,…