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Admittedly, Ivy was extremely choosy about the company that she kept, even within the Society. She very much enjoyed Duncan, Sarmad, Leah and Alessandra, but aside from those select few, her friendships weren’t especially deep. Truthfully, it had never bothered her — she was rarely lonely, largely due to work commitments and her desire to see the crown as her own. The Society, she expected, would one day help her, although Ivy was wary about what those favours would entail. She wasn’t naive enough to believe anything came for free.
All of those plans, however, were irrelevant for the evening. The auction had just ended, the results were rather amusing, and Ivy made her way over to her friend with a smile. “Interesting developments,” she said casually. “I’m surprised that the initiates are being so bold as to go against your family.” Of course, Ivy couldn’t easily badmouth the Morgan’s due to her own feelings, but the statement was harmless and true. “In other news, did you see what Alice Dafont was wearing?” Ivy asked, wrinkling her nose. Alice was, unfortunately, an ambassador of France and tragically foiled one too many of Ivy’s political maneuvers.
