Plain ivy? No more!!
"Keep pretending, Monroe. I'm almost convinced."
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That night, after another long day of appearances, I found her in the lounge.
A movie, no not a movie, it was a recording of ivy and her mother. it was playing on the massive screen, volume low. I was intrigued, staring at the young Ivy when I caught the look on her face.
She wasn’t watching the film, not really. Her eyes were glossy, fixed on the image of her mother sewing a dress while younger her twirled around the room.