At the museum, Eden walked into the curator’s office with a calm she hadn’t expected. She greeted the curator with a warm smile and said, “Good morning, I’m Eden, and I’m thrilled to be here.”
Ivy’s smile dimmed a fraction. “That sounds amazing, Eden. I’m really proud of you.” eden ivy face slap
“What—?” Eden began, but Ivy didn’t wait for an explanation. With a quick, playful flick, she swatted Eden’s cheek. At the museum, Eden walked into the curator’s
“Eden,” Ivy said gently, “you’re already brilliant. You don’t need a rehearsed speech. Just be yourself.” At the museum