His Regret
Fast learner, I guess.
“Yes, Isla!” Ivanka seemed to gain her courage back too. “Why have you come?”
“Geez. You guys are so serious.” I casually strolled about. I was nailing my act. “But if you insist on knowing my reason. Well,” My tone took a serious depth. “I have come to show you who I really am.” I pointed to Ivanka. “Ivanka here had called me ‘fake’ on that glorious day. So I have come to wipe away that impression,” I concluded with my rehearsed evil smile.