âThanks, but Iâm still in the dark about what kind of gig youâre hunting for,â Giselle said, her eyes glittering with a touch of disdain. To her, if Ivy was hustling for a paycheck, then she was no threat at all.
Ivy bowed her head, a guilty flush coloring her cheeks. âI⦠I havenât quite figured it out. Just looking for something that fits, you know?â
âIs that so?â Giselle mused, taking a few thoughtful steps before halting in front of Ivy. âTell you what, I go way back with Colton. When I bump into him later, Iâll put in a good word for you, and maybe he can hook you up with a job or something. Howâs that sound?â
For some reason, despite Giselleâs seemingly considerate words, Ivy could not shake off the feeling that the woman before her was terrifying.
There was this nagging sense that made Ivy feel that Giselle was not as benign and straightforward as she appeared. Her motives were beyond Ivyâs comprehension.
âHow about a clerical job?â Giselle pondered for a while, then came up with an idea. âEasy work, decent pay. Iâll chat with Colton about it later.â
By now, Ivy realized Giselle was not quite getting the message. She insisted on forcing her âkindness,â
regardless of Ivyâs wishes.
But this âkindnessâ was something Ivy neither needed nor wanted. In fact, it was becoming rather annoying.
âReally, Giselle, thereâs no need. I can handle the job hunt on my own.â
After Ivyâs second refusal, Giselleâs pleasant facade visibly crumbled.
She had offered to help Ivy out of the goodness of her heart, even considering whether the job would be easy for her, and yet Ivy was ungrateful.
An awkward silence fell between them until a woman stepped out of the directorâs office, smiling as she approached. âMs. Dunhill, Coltonâs waiting for you inside.â
âYou know her?â Giselle asked, surprised. This woman was Coltonâs right-hand assistant, a key contact for hopeful actors.
She had assumed Ivy was just another auditionee, not someone who knew Coltonâs assistant personally.
âMs. Dunhill is a special guest Colton invited over. Giselle, heâs with another visitor right now, so Iâm afraid youâll have to wait outside for a bit,â the assistant said politely, though Giselleâs complexion soured with each word.
The fact that a superstar like her was waiting while Ivy was treated like an honored guest was a slap in her face.
Giselleâs expression darkened momentarily, but she quickly put on her understanding smile again. âOh, Ivyâs a guest too? Well, since she was here first, Iâll wait outside then.â
âGreat.â The assistant beamed, leading Ivy into the office. âColtonâs been waiting a while now. Come with me, Ms. Dunhill.â
Following her to Coltonâs office, Ivy opened the door and entered, only to find Balfour inside!
What was going on?
Ivy nearly thought she was seeing things. She had meant to ask what he was doing there, but then she thought of Giselle waiting outside, and her heart sank.
He really was going the extra mile for Giselle, tagging along for contract talks.
Given the current scene, it seemed he had not known Ivy was signing on for the same project as Giselle.
As a wife under contract, it probably was not wise to reveal her connection with Balfour just yet.
Though her heart was heavy, Ivy still managed to smile as she greeted Colton. âHey, Director Colton, Iâm Ivy Dunhill.â
âMs. Dunhill, you made it! I canât tell you how much effort Iâve put into finding the right leading lady for my new film, and it looks like Iâve finally struck gold,â Colton said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her