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Ivory leaned her head on Asia’s shoulder. "No, we started it. The mayhem is just beginning."

"Ivory, focus," Asia laughed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "The gallery opening is in six hours, and we still haven't found the 'hidden' entrance to the studio." TransAngels.22.11.02.Asia.Belle.And.Ivory.Mayhe...

Asia, with her sharp wit and penchant for vintage leather, was lean against a brick wall, checking a map that seemed to be leading them nowhere. Ivory, whose energy was as electric as her name suggested, was busy trying to convince a local street performer that they were actually time travelers from the year 2099. Ivory leaned her head on Asia’s shoulder