<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000040">Ivy Belmonte</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1155.photobucket.com/albums/p543/Rikasha16/8e99f2f2-631a-4693-9107-697a5e177088.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"Com on Isabella we're going to see grandma."</span>Said the young woman with the raven colored hair and the grey eyes. She was taking her daughter who was no more than five and almost a spinning image of her to see her grandmother, the only person that could watch her while Ivy was at 'work'. Normally, the twenty-three year old would have drove herself over there but her beat up car had broken down once again and she didn't have the money to get it repaired. Her rent was coming up as well and although she lived in a nice apartment it was easier said than done to actually keep up with the payments. Things were hard, but she refused to have her child live in terrible conditions.<br/><br/>Growing up, Ivy didn't have the worsts or the best life. Her father left her and her mother for another woman when she was around ten and the girl hasn't seen him sense. She ended up getting pregnant in highschool and the father left her two months after he had found out which also left her in a tough spot financially, especially after dropping out soon after. The only one she really had was her mother and by the time she was twenty she had to move out on her own. Getting a job was no better, but she eventually became a bartender in a nightclub that was also part brothel in secrecy. She didn't give a damn about all that as long as she got paid, there were even times when she had to participate in acts just to make ends meet.<br/><br/>Right now she was getting ready for her job which meant leaving Isabelle with her mother for a while, it bothered her a bit but as long as the child was taken care of it didn't matter. Her mother never approved of her working in a nightclub but she could not deny that her daughter was a loving mother. Once the toddler gotten in the car with her little pink backpack in hand, Ivy got in with her as well and made sure she fine before the taxi took off. It wasn't far of a drive but she still had to go to work after this. The taxi eventually pulled up to a decent looking white house, fence and all with a small terrier running up to it barking. Ivy's mother was on the steps waiting patiently and Isabelle's face lit up with joy seeing her before running over to the older woman.<span style="color: #000040">"I'll be back as soon as possible. Probably wont be until morning or so I'm not sure yet but i'll call."</span>She kissed Isabelle on the cheek and sighed seeing the look on her mother's face. The disappointment had gotten to her at times but..she was trying.