I Will Get Married To Mirabel

Mirabel waved her hands, smiling widely and sending creepiness down Ivy's spine. She sneered inwardly and stared at her, surprised and perplexed.

"I am sure you must have had a long day. Go to your room, shower, and rest," She chuckled wickedly afterward.

Ivy rolled her eyes, folded her arms, and went to sit on the sofa opposite her. Unsmiling, she asked, "Are you sure you haven't missed your way?"

"Come off that. How can I miss my way to my fiance's house?"

Ivy knew she was just trying to trigger her anger and she wouldn't let it.

"Fiance??? Did no one tell you that a married man is no longer some sluts' fiance?"

The statement hit Mirabel in the face like a slap. She sprang up and balled her fist furiously. She bit her lower lips, controlling her veins from puking out of her skin.

"I dare you to repeat that statement," She pointed a finger at her. Her body trembled because of her exasperation.

Ivy giggled and muttered nonchalantly, "I don't know when a slut starts get