The next day, Aaron drove Ivy to college. As soon as he parked, she hopped out and hurried into her classroom. She spotted Ame near the back.

“Ame!” Ivy called out.

Ame turned and grinned. “Ivy, bitch! How are you?”

She ran over and grabbed Ivy’s hand. “Bitch, congratulations!”

“Shhh!” Ivy hissed, glancing around nervously. “Lower your voice.”

“Sorry,” Ame whispered, still beaming. “But what are you going to do now? You can’t hide it from your parents ...