"You are late, Ivy." Freya said as I entered her restaurant, she had a frown on her face.

Her eyes went back to what she was doing. The restaurant was kind of busy today, a lot of people came to dine.

"I know." I muttered under my breath.

"Why are you still wearing your school uniform?" Freya questioned me.

"Does it matter?" I mumbled.

This time around, Freya looked up. She scanned me with her eyes for a while.

"What is wrong with you? Are you okay, Ivy? Should I call your mother?" Freya bombarded me with questions.

I gave a half shrug."I'm okay. Like, very okay. What should I...