The makeup artist had her mind set: there had to be a scandal brewing between the two of them, and no amount of explanation would change her conviction.
The others on set, though silent, seemed to tacitly agree with the makeup artistâs suspicions.
It is human nature, after all. People love to indulge in juicy, taboo gossip, even when it is entirely unfounded.
âAlright, enough,â Colton announced, breaking through the whispers and murmurs. âIâve said all there is to say. The innocent have nothing to hide. Letâs break it up, folks. Weâre on the clock here, and the shoot starts promptly.â
Coltonâs words were the final say despite lingering doubts and sideways glances. No one dared to question further, and they dispersed to their respective duties.
Having crossed Colton, the makeup artist did not bother to stick around. She packed her things and left without looking back.
Once everyone had cleared out, Colton let out a weary sigh. âIvy, Iâm sorry for the mess. I could have handled things better. But donât you worry. If youâve done nothing wrong, youâve got nothing to fear from shadows.â
Ivy managed a wry smile. âDirector, Iâm afraid Iâve brought you into this. Had you not cast me as the lead, none of this wouldâve happened.â
Colton was unwavering. âI chose you because youâre perfect for the role,â he insisted, even amid the drama. âLet them talk. Their words will crumble when they see your performance.â
With no better way to prove her innocence, Ivy nodded in agreement. âIâll do my best, director.â
âGood. Iâve got my assistant scouting for a new makeup artist. It might take a bit of time. Use it to get ready; weâll start as soon as youâre prepped,â Colton said, then left Ivy to her thoughts.
Alone in the makeup room, Ivy opened her script to study her lines.
Everyone doubted her ability to bring the character in âBallad of Valorâ to life. She was determined to prove them wrong.
An hour later, a new makeup artist arrived and quickly got Ivy camera-ready.
With Coltonâs guidance and her own thorough preparation, the shooting went much smoother.
As the day progressed, Ivy felt her anxiety ease and grew more comfortable in her role.
At the end of a long day, Ivy collapsed into her hotel bed and drifted off into a deep sleep. She awoke groggily to missed calls from Balfour on her phone.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and texted back, [Sorry, fell asleep. Whatâs up?]
[Open the door.]
Confused by the brevity of the message, it took her a moment to process, but she eventually got up and opened her hotel room door to find Balfour standing there.
âYou⦠how are you⦠here?â Ivy stammered, surprised to see her unexpected visitor.
Balfour revealed a half-smile, lifting the bag he carried. âHad some business nearby. Thought Iâd check on you.â
âOh,â Ivy muttered, still a bit dazed from sleep.
He walked into the room and set his bag on the table. âHeard from Colton you skipped dinner. Picked up something on the way. Eat up.â
âUm⦠you seem to know everything, huh?â lyy said as she sat down, opening the container to reveal a hearty, delicious meal. Balfour simply took a seat, remaining quiet. He had not planned on coming, but after hearing from Colton that Ivyâs day had been rough, he felt compelled to visit.