"What the hell were you thinking, Ivy? Why did I just get a call at six o'clock this morning telling me that my daughter has been expelled from a university again?" My father's voice hit me before I had even fully stepped through the door of his office. I shut it behind me, set my bag down, and looked at him—already on his feet, already past the point where reason was going to be his first language, his face carrying the particular shade of red that meant he had been holding this in since the phone call and was done holding it. I lifted my chin. "Hello to you too, Dad." "Don't." He pointed at me across the desk, sharp and certain. "Don't stand there with that face like I am the problem here. Do you have any idea what this morning has been? In the last two years alone, Ivy, you have cost this family over a hundred thousand dollars cleaning up after you—the arrest in Monaco, the incident with the professor's property at your second school, and now this rave that trashed an entire v
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