Chapter 8

• There is bright and moist water in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window. The corner of the swimming pool is secluded and unoccupied. Ivy holds a glass of red wine while admiring the moonlight that reflected into the water.
• “Ivy…”
• Ivy stood there; her lips curled into a wicked sneer. She had a sense that someone was approaching. She caught a glimpse of Alice’s face via her peripheral vision, and she wanted to laugh out loud at her sweet and compassionate expressions...