Chapter 8

• Ivy's smile grew wider as she set her belongings in Victor's bathroom, her mind racing with mischief. "Perfect, mean Victor," she whispered to herself. "Who do you think you are, wanting me to stay with you, then why did we stay in separate rooms? I am your fiancé, after all."
• As she finished unpacking, Ivy's thoughts turned to Maria's words: "Sir likes to be neat about his things; he doesn't like his things messed up." A sly smile spread across her face as she remembered the warning.
• After her shower, Ivy made a point to spread Victor's carefully arranged products all over the bathroom. Shampoo, body wash, and skin care products were scattered everywhere, their sleek packaging now cluttering the countertops. Ivy's laughter echoed through the room as she imagined Victor's face when he saw the mess.