[Sure.]


    "Who are you texting?" Avery asked. "Your favorite dish is here."


    Ivy loved spinach so Avery specifically asked the waiter to add spinach to the dish.


    "I''m talking to La. La said she is giving me a drone."


    "Oh, sure! I can teach you how to use it," Avery offered.


    "Okay!"


    Time flew and half a month had passed.


    Ivy had mostly gotten used to her university life.


    At half past two, she arrived at the lecture room with her ssmate. She had selected music as her minor. It was not because she enjoyed music but because she preferred music over art. Once she entered the room, she flipped through her notebook till the bell rang.


    The door was pushed open and a tall, slender man stepped inside.


    "Ahh!!" Screams filled the ssroom. "Eric Santos!"


    Ivy covered her ears and looked ahead while thinking to herself, "Why is Eric Santos here?"


    Ivy knew him as a famous idol through his songs and shows but had never seen him in person.


    Eric stood in front of the ssroom


    and waved his hand. "Hello, everyone. Your music teacher is sick today, and I''m your substitute teacher for today."


    The ss erupted into chaos once again.


    "Eric! I love you! I''m your fan!"


    "I''m your fan as well! Can I take a picture with you after this ss? Your signature on it would be even better!"


    "Let''s wait until after the ss ends.


    Let''s get started," Eric said as he


    scanned the room. Since the


    majority of the students appeared excited, Ivy, who remained calm, stood out from the crowd, and he stared at her for a moment, feeling like he knew her from somewhere else. Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    He did not intend on taking attendance at first but instinctively picked up the name list and spotted a familiar name: Ivy Foster.


    "Ivy Foster?!" he thought. If he remembered correctly, Avery and Elliot had a daughter who went missing.


    Losing hisposure, Eric stared at the list of students and remembered La mentioning that something had happened at home.


    He had wanted to call out the name


    to confirm


    if the young woman he


    saw was Ivy Foster, but he could not


    stop himself from walking toward


    Ivy


    UMS


    He picked up her notebook and opened the first page to find her name, Ivy Foster, written on it.