Ivy returned to her room quietly, pretending she hadn’t overheard the brothers’ earlier conversation. Her bag was already packed, her things neatly folded, though her hands still trembled faintly as she zipped it shut.

She paused by the mirror, staring at the heavy makeup she had hidden under for weeks. The boys have seen her pretty side and therefore there was no need hiding it.

Slowly, she wiped it all off, the cold damp cloth stinging her skin as if she were peeling away a mask.

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