CHAPTER 22

As soon as the taxi parks up outside and I step out, I gaze up at Ivory's house in slight awe. The large building stood in front of me was decorated beautifully from the outside, the grass is trimmed and flowers looked after. Two expensive looking cars are parked across the driveway, their shine so bright despite the darkness of the night. "Wow," I say under my breath, my stomach breaking out into nervous butterflies. Beside me, Trish let out a low whistle. "Are you ready?" She asks me, holding...