“Ivy!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Ivy Collins turned her head. “Luna, what are you doing here?”

Luna Brown jogged over, slightly out of breath. She looked impeccable as always, her delicate makeup complemented by a faint, elegant perfume that seemed to turn heads as she moved. Several men nearby glanced her way, drawn by the alluring scent she left in her wake.

With a sweet smile, Luna tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and said, “I saw you ...