Ivy's POV
I stepped through the main entrance of the university, making my way to the admissions office. Pushing open the door, I approached the counter and waited patiently. An elderly woman with bouncy curls looked up from her work.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked, moving toward me with surprising agility despite her age.
"I hope so," I replied with a polite smile as my mother bustled in behind me.
"There you are," Mom said, beaming at the receptionist. "Hi. I hope you can help us. We're here to get my daughter registered for her classes this semester."
The older woman's eyes widened slightly. "Oh my. She's starting quite late. Let's hope the courses she wants are still available." She hurried to the half-door, swinging it open. "Come on in, both of you. We'll get everything sorted." We followed her to her desk where she gestured toward two chairs. "Now, why the late start?"
Taking my seat with Mom beside me, I explained, "I was at my father's pack for the summer."
