Chapter 122

• ALYONA
• We headed downtown, bundled in our jackets, with a strange sense of purpose in our steps. Olivia walked a few steps ahead, already on the phone. The way she spoke—with so much confidence, switching between laughter and serious tone—it felt like she was talking to someone important. Maybe a stylist? Or a designer?
• Ivy and I exchanged looks but didn’t ask. When Olivia was in her zone, we just followed. She always had a way of making things happen.