Zack's question made Ivy's brow furrow, her eyes clouding with confusion. She was taken aback, her words faltering.

"It...can't be..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't remember... any time..."

Her sentence hung in the air, unfinished, as her mind wandered into the depths of her memories. Her gaze drifted, lost in thought.

Yet she couldn't piece together any fragment of her memories related to his question.

"Zack, why would you ask that?" Ivy's voice was laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"I've been investigating, and I found out that the photos weren't fabricated," he said before adding, "They were real. He took your nude...