"Then... I'll just sign the box," Ivy said. 'I really didn't think this through,' she thought. 'My flattery skills still need some work.'
"That works. They'd never actually wear these scarves, anyway. They'll just keep them as collectibles. And they certainly won't tear apart the boxes."
Just as Ivy Holden was signing, someone behind her sneered, "Well, well. Is this still one of our school's offices? Since when do we host fan signings here?"
"Professor Aldrin. Do you need something?" Professor Morgan asked, looking at the newcomer with a displeased expression.
"Professor Morgan, this must be that celebrity student you're always gushing about, right?" a glamorous woman of about forty asked with her arms crossed.
"Ivy Holden, this is Professor Aldrin." Professor Morgan clearly had no intention of properly introducing the woman, who was obviously just here to cause trouble.
"Hello, Professor Aldrin." Ivy Holden maintained a demure smile and even gave Professor Aldrin a bow.
