DREA“What? Why?” He asked, his voice sharp.“Just do it.” I hushed, just as Ivanka walked back into the room with a tray of snacks in her hands.“Here you go.” She smiled, looking at August.“I’m going to the bathroom.” I declared, getting up.August looked up at me with a frown on his face.“Should I help—”“No!” I quickly declined, looking between him and Ivanka.“Keep him company.” I flashed a fake smile at Ivanka.“Don’t worry.” She gleamed, looking at him.“Where is the bathroom?” I asked her.“Down the hall to your right.”I nodded, and with that, I began to limp down the hall.When I was sure I was out of their line of sight, I stopped in my tracks and began looking for Ivanka’s room.That was where most of the things were last time.I pushed open the door and took everything in.It was way more spacious than the room at the previous house with a huge queen-sized bed in the center and a small couch tucked into the corner of the room.The vanity was huge and was located next to
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