Ivy laughed, the sound light and dismissive, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke.
"And who are you," she scoffed, "to think you can stop me?"
Her gaze swept over Grace without warmth, without interest. To her, Grace was nothing more than background noise.
Grace let out a sharp laugh in return, though it carried more spite than humor.
"If you don't listen to me," she threatened, "I'll tell everyone that you're pretending to be Ivy and scamming people out of their crystals."
Ivy lifted a brow, her expression calm, almost amused.
"If that's what you want to do," she replied evenly, "then go ahead."
Seeing that Ivy remained completely unmoved, Grace ground her teeth together, anger burning in her chest.
"Since you're so eager to dig your own grave," she snapped, "don't blame me for not stopping you."
She suddenly raised her voice, shrill and loud, cutting through the murmur of the waiting line.
