Chapter 1940


    Chapter 1940


    “We’re just friends,” Ivy said, offering nothing more on the subject but a smile as she nced at her


    reflection in the mirror.


    Jonah sensed that Ivy wasn’t keen on delving deeper into the nature of their rtionship, 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 ra 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


    ra’s?” Ivy asked, her eyes brimming with 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 ustomed 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 ce. 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 ustomed to formal wear, was visibly


    nervous. Even her posture betrayed herck 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 runte. 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.”


    “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 ck 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


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