âOh my gosh! Am I dreaming? Look at all this scrumptious food!â
The fans were over the moon, buzzing with excitement. In all their years of fandom, theyâd never heard of a celebrity throwing such a lavish banquet for their supporters.
âIâm tearing up. Ivy really thinks of everything for us. I love her so much.â one fan gushed, eyes shimmering with emotion.
âLooks like youâre more in love with the food than with Ivy.â another teased, elbowing her companion playfully.
âOh, come on! Donât tell me youâd resent a good feast?â
âAnd here I come, roast ducks-â
Tonightâs trending topics were completely dominated by Ivy Dunhillâs fan meet. From the preparation of the event to the unexpected twists and the grand finale featuring snacks, every detail was hot gossip.
Her fans were on a mission to tantalize every netizenâs taste buds, broadcasting how many mouth-watering dishes they had devoured from the snacks banquet.
Several top chefs were on standby, ready to whip up additional culinary delights. The snacks spared no expense, all to ensure every fan left with a satisfied smile.
Ivy, meanwhile, hadnât really left. After slipping into more casual attire, sheâd been watching from behind the screens. Her eyes were following every moment.
Balfour, always her steadfast shadow, lingered close by.
âArenât you tired? Maybe you should rest a bit.â Balfour murmured, pinching Ivyâs earlobe gently.
Ivy shook her head, a warm smile lighting up her face as she wrapped her arms around his waist. âIâm not tired at all. I thought Iâd be drained, but seeing their excited faces fills me with so much energy. Itâs absolutely magical.â
âWell done on a successful event.â Balfour praised and kissed her forehead tenderly.
Ivy yielded to his affection, closing her eyes before finally asking him, âDid that incident catch you off guard?â
âI wasnât really startled.â Balfour admitted. âFrom the very first question she asked, I knew she wasnât one of your fans. She came with bad intentions. Youâll encounter this kind of thing more often in the future.â
Ivy picked up on the underlying concern in Balfourâs voice.
âEven so, one blemish doesnât spoil the whole. Apart from that one hiccup, the event was perfect, right?
Look at all their faces with those contented smiles. One person can bring so much happiness to so many. It might just be for an hour or two, but itâs still pretty miraculous, isnât it?â
Balfour turned her around, resting his chin atop her head and nodding in agreement.
âI get it as I was sitting there with your fans. But they only get to see you on stage, while I have all of you.â
There was a hint of pride in Balfourâs voice, leaving Ivy slightly speechless.
âHa, youâve always been different from them. Why even compare?â
Balfour remained silent. Sometimes heâd childishly compete with the fans over who loved Ivy more. But in the end, he always felt he did the most after all, he loved all of Ivy, quirks and all. He mused that others might not be so fond of her little eccentricities.
But then again, to know all of Ivy was to love her more. No one could resist loving Ivy.
As the event came to a perfect close, Ivyâs efforts over the past month had truly paid off.