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Chapter 1940
“We’re just friends,” Ivy said, offering nothing more on the subject but a smile as she glanced at her reflection in
the mirror.
Jonah sensed that Ivy wasn’t keen on delving deeper into the nature of their relationship, so he dropped the topic.
He smiled and proceeded to apply her makeup with great care.
As Ivy watched her transformation unfold bit by bit in the mirror, it all felt a bit surreal.
Throughout her childhood, she had never worn anything fancy. Every time she saw Clara twirling in a pretty frock,
envy welled up within her. However, she didn’t dare to hope for such things for herself, knowing they were beyond
her reach. “Mom, tomorrow’s my birthday. Can I have a pretty dress like Clara’s?” Ivy asked, her eyes brimming
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwith hope as she looked up at Tessa, only to be met with her mother’s dismissive tone.
“What do you need a fancy dress for? Haven’t I bought you plenty of T-shirts? Be content, Ivy. Stop comparing
yourself to your sister.”
Eight-year-old Ivy never got the dress she longed for.
Now, dressed in the gown she had always dreamed of, the excitement Ivy would have once felt was conspicuously
absent.
Perhaps when you yearn for something so deeply and it remains out of reach, its eventual acquisition loses all
meaning.
After over two hours of grooming and styling, Ivy emerged in a gown personally selected by Balfour, stunning even
the seasoned Quinton, who was accustomed to seeing beautiful women.
Ivy usually kept to simple attire, rarely bothering with makeup, and even then, it was just the basics.
Quinton had always noticed her striking features but had not anticipated the dazzling transformation that had taken
place. She was now the kind of radiant beauty that stood out in any crowd.
“Quinton, do I look okay? Isn’t this a bit too much?” Ivy, not accustomed to formal wear, was visibly nervous. Even
her posture betrayed her lack of confidence.
Quinton stood with a reassuring smile. “Ivy, you look stunning. Let’s go. Balfour will be waiting at the venue. But
first, let’s grab a bite. You won’t want to eat much at the reception, and it’ll run late. Can’t have you starving.”
After a quick stop at a fast-food joint for a stomach-lining snack, Quinton escorted Ivy to the reception venue.
Learning that Balfour had already gone inside, he suggested Ivy head in to find him.
“By myself?” Ivy hesitated at the entrance, feeling out of her element, “What if I can’t find him?”
Quinton, noticing her apprehension, reassured her. “Don’t worry, Ivy. Just head in and you’ll spot Balfour. He’s
surely waiting for you inside.”
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“Well… okay then.” Ivy sighed with resignation, faced the imposing doors of the reception, and took a deep breath.
“I’ll go in by myself.”
Stepping through the doors in her heels, Ivy handed over her invitation to the reception staff and slipped inside.
The venue was bustling with guests, but Ivy, moving with the flow, didn’t draw much attention.
Looking around, she tried to locate Balfour, but his absence was starting to unsettle her.
Wasn’t he supposed to be waiting?
Where could he be?
She navigated through the crowd, searching for the familiar face.
“Miss, do you need some assistance?” A man in a black suit approached her with a friendly smile. “Are you looking
for someone? I’d be happy to help you find them.”
Ivy stepped back cautiously, eyeing him warily. “No thank you, I’ll manage. Please excuse me, I need to get by.”
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