Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

The next morning, as soon as she had the chance, Ivy starting making calls.

First she called her parents.

They were still in Ubia.

Her mother had called her Romito and her Father had been his usual self, calling her ‘Sweetheart’ every chance he got.

Ivy couldn’t decide if this bubbling and sweet personality of her parents was as a result of the splendid valentine they had together, and whether it would fade away soon or of this was how they would continue to be from now on.

It didn’t matter anyway.

They both sounded really happy and she was happy they were.

She wanted to call the rest of her loved ones but she felt a little drained and decided to call them after some time. So, for now, she would have to find something to positively occupy herself with.

She had no plans if overthinking today.

While trying to select the activity that would he worthy of her time, Ivy had no worries about running into the Master or his Lady. Girald had told her earlier this morning that the Master and his Female had gone on a vacation.

Female?

It was accurate but it sounded so weird to refer to someone like that.

Why couldn’t he just say girlfriend?

He reminded her so much of Koel who always refered to her as Sire’s Woman.

Weird people.

That must be the Valentine’s gift he had been talking to his girlfriend about yesterday. He did say that they would start today.

Whatever it was, Ivy found their absence an utter relief and nothing short of fantastic.

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Knowing the Master– even that didn’t feel appropriate, but anyways— Knowing the Master wasn’t who she had thought he would be, Ivy could suddenly feel the weight of the wedding now, once again, feeling the marriage like a leash around her neck, a cage keeping her restrained.

Ah, why couldn’t he had just been Christopher?

How hard could it had been for Christopher be her husband?!

Ah!

So frustrating!

Well, once again, she couldn’t help but appreciate their absence in the Villa. She had eagerly asked Girald how long they would be gone, and he had responded curtly.

“A week, ma’am.”

She had better make the best use of it then.

Hopefully, they would extend their vacation.

After what she had watched yesterday, she wasn’t really keen on seeing them and being put through all that turtore ofbeibg an audience to whatever toxic relationship they were in.

Yuck!

Everything had gone so well that morning.

Ivy had toured the villa and avoided the left hallway like a plague.

Girald hadn’t said anything to her about what she had done last night, her blatant disobedience despite his warning, and that made her feel a little on edge. His silence was unsettling and she would take him cutting her off misstatement, as annoying as it was, anytime than this.

Touring the villa took a lot of her strength, in fact, she wasn’t done before she went down to the dinning and had her lunch. Asides from the fact that she had woken up really late, the villa was big and she had gotten lost a couple of times, even with the map in her hand guiding her.

Following maps wasn’t really her thing, that wasn’t a thing she was proud of.

Ivy had encounter some Bodyguards along the way too.

This villa was in no way empty, never running out of bodyguards and servants walking around purposefully. It made her feel like she was stuck in the ancient times as a palace princess.

If Elsa saw this, she would say she had always known that she was a princess and that was why she had always called her that.

Ah, she really wished she could tell her what was going on with her right now. She wished she could tell someone, especially her dad. She wasn’t used to keeping big secrets like this from him. This one in particular was going on for so long now, it was starting to weigh her heart down with burdensome thoughts.

She could have asked from the Bodyguards or servants about directions, but she didn’t want to look like a fool, not with the map in her hands. So, intend she had taken the pain of walking around, lying that she wanted to be farmilar with villa whenever someone asked to help, before she was finally able to get back on track.

The only surprising thing she had noticed here though, was a training room. Not a gym but a training room that had different weapons huge on the wall.

It made her wonder what the Master was once again.

Dinner time was quiet.

Ivy was the only one at the long dinning table. She had asked for noodles only for it to be served with sauce on the side that was garnished with small meats and vegetables.

She wasn’t complaining though.

At least, they were taking good care of her here.

It wasn’t until that night did she realize that she would have to cook up a reasonable lie for her family and close ones to believe, since she might have to be absent from home for a while. Waiting for them to ask and lying would seem suspicious.

This would have to be planned to work out.

So immediately after dinner and while walking up to her room, she called Elsa.

“You went to where again?” Elsa said, obviously busy with training, as Ivy could hear the sounds of her hitting a punching bag in the background.

Ah, her friend would definitely come back from this trip buff. Ivy couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image.

This felt so strange.

Elsa was never a gym person.

How people change, rather, how things changed people.

“Away. What happened in the meeting?”

Elsa’s engaged mind didn’t let her realize that Ivy had left her question unaddressed.

“Some questions about me. Issues surrounding me. I’m just so tired.”

Ivy frowned, closing the door and settling into bed.

Elsa wasn’t always confessing to weakness like that.

This actually made her really worried quickly.