"Ah, now this is the life of a little princess!" Phoebe Buck finally managed to clear some space in the walk-in closet, cramming Ivy Holden's clothes inside.
Ivy Holden put her personal clothes in the bedside cabinet and said, "Phoebe, the room next door is empty. Why don't you stay there for now? I have to stay with my grandma, so I can't go out. I might need you to run some errands."
"Okay, I'll move my suitcase to the room next door in a bit."
"Sorry to trouble you," Ivy sighed.
"Boss, you have no idea how much I've been dying to live in a big, beautiful house like this for a few days. So thank you!" Phoebe Buck said with a laugh.
Ivy Holden smiled, and a particular person suddenly came to mind. "Are you still in touch with Leila Lane?" she asked.
"Not anymore. She disappeared after her mom went to prison. Actually, and I hope you don't get mad, I tried looking for her on the sly, but none of our mutual acquaintances know where she went."
