"You eat so much every day, yet you never seem to gain any weight." Nathan Rowan reached out and ruffled Ivy Holden's hair. He gathered up the odds and ends from the dining table into a paper bag, then got out of the vehicle to throw away the trash.
Bill Holden wiped the dining table clean, made an excuse about buying some bubble tea, and slipped away as well.
"Is your makeup artist all set?" Ivy Holden asked.
"Yeah, and yours is taken care of too. What's the situation with your outfit?"
Ivy Holden pointed toward the back of the RV. "Sharon Peyton prepared it a while ago. It's in a box back there."
"You should go rest for a bit," Jensen Morrison said.
"I'm going to take a walk outside."
"It's chaotic out there. Should I go with you?"
Ivy Holden gave a faint smile and retorted, "My dear brother, I have to use the restroom. Are you going to escort me there, too?"
