Why did I ever meet these two troublemakers?

Aurora rushed over to Ivy, a mix of gratitude and frustration in her voice. "Thank you, sir," she said, trying to keep things civil, "She's quite the troublemaker when drunk." She muttered under her breath, "If only when she's sober, too!" as she tried to gently pull Ivy from the well-dressed man away.

Ivy, however, had other plans. The girl, with a penchant for dark, rough romances, immediately latched onto the man's vest, her fingers gripping it with surprising strength as she refused to let go. Aurora, caught between annoyance and helplessness, had no choice but to wrap her arms around Ivy's and tug her away. But Ivy, determined to make a scene, tightened her grip, and in the process, tore his vest and shirt, exposing his bare skin.

Aurora, frozen in embarrassment, could only watch in disbelief as Ivy, clearly intoxicated, gazed at the man with wide-eyed admiration, her attention fixated on his well-defined abs.

At this point, Aurora had completely lost her patience. She was at a loss for how to apologize to the man who had helped her out. She stammered, "I'm really sorry, sir. I truly didn't mean for this to happen." Her face burned with embarrassment as she added, "Looks like your clothes got torn… If you'd like, I'll cover the cost."

Inside, she was panicking: It was custom-tailored, and he got out of a BMW. My entire salary is gone. Why did I ever meet these two troublemakers?

But Ivy wasn't done. Her admiration shifted to action as her hand slid up to his chest. At that moment, Aurora felt like her life's most embarrassing moments had all collided into one. She yanked Ivy away, dragging her to the other side. Though the darkness made it hard to make out the man's expression, she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't stopped Ivy's advances.