However, no one moved.
Many were simply curious, eager to watch a spectacle.
After all, once Ivy reached the entrance, she would have to show her identification.
If she failed to present one, everything would unravel. They would all get to watch her arrogance crumble.
'They want a show,' Ivy thought calmly, her lashes lowering slightly. 'Then let them watch.'
Nora, however, was growing pale. She tugged Ivy's sleeve anxiously.
"Ivy, stop. Do not go any further. The guards will insult you if you try to force your way in. Let's just..."
But Ivy only laughed softly. The warmth in the sound contrasted sharply with the cold confidence in her eyes.
The moment Ivy reached the checkpoint, the guards looked up.
Their eyes landed on Ivy's pink hair, and recognition lit up their expressions immediately.
Without hesitation, they pushed the gate open and stepped aside respectfully.
"Good morning, Representative Ivy."
Their voices held formality and a faint note of admiration.
