A Love I Can’t Find

Ivy’s POV.

I ran my fingers through the tangled mess of hair on my head as I descended the stairs. I was wearing a black crop top and beige wide-legged pants. I stood at the entrance of the dining area where my parents were already seated, and servants dressed in formal black and white attire hurried in and out, laying the table.

I watched them silently for a moment. My father, a tall man with a lanky build and curly dark hair, was dressed in a flowery shirt and casual slacks. His eyes, a lighter shade of blue, were fixated on my mother with an excited glint. She was all he saw.

“So I called my stylist, and I told her, ‘there’s no way you’re delaying my appointment. I have plans fixed, and I’ll be leaving the country soon...’”

Oh. They had yet another trip, one they hadn’t told me about. I wondered what it was for. Probably nothing important. In all the years I’d known my parents, one thing I learned is they never needed a reason to do anything. They were always impulsive. I’d wake up