Damsel in Distress

CHAPTER 6

As Ivy stepped into the grand mansion, the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses. She felt the weight of every gaze as couples mingled, their hands intertwined, their smiles bright. A knot formed in her stomach; she had come alone, fully aware of the unspoken theme of the evening. Irene, she was responsible for this.

Her eyes darted across the room, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Then she spotted Irene, her biggest rival. Irene stepped into the room wearing a stunning, form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure.

She paired it with strappy black heels that added height and elegance to her look. Her hair was styled in loose, glamorous waves that cascaded over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawlessly done, with smoky eyes and a bold red lip that matched her dress. A delicate silver necklace adorned her neck, catching the light as she moved, completing her striking appearance. Irene looked good and sh