Ivy was right there, almost blending into the wallpaper, when Balfour didn't even bother to ask her for a tissue, opting to ask Giselle instead. It was pretty obvious who mattered more to Balfour.
"Sure, I've got plenty!" chirped Giselle, her voice bubbling with faux embarrassment as she paused mid-stride towards her tote. She turned to Balfour with a coy tilt of her head, "Oh, Balfour, silly me, I almost forgot about Ivy right there! Wouldn't it be better if you used Ivy's tissue instead?"
As she spoke, Giselle cast a glance at Ivy, who watched the scene with a detached coolness.
When their eyes met, Giselle deliberately shuffled closer to Balfour, feigning fear and vulnerability.
Ivy had to suppress a chuckle.
Giselle's performance in front of Balfour was Oscar-worthy, far surpassing any of her on-screen roles.
Balfour, unfazed by the theatrics, glanced at Ivy but avoided any real eye contact.
"Just get me one, that's all," Balfour said, his voice even and indifferent.
Now confident that Ivy was out of favor, Giselle's triumph was hard to contain, "Alright, just hang on here, I don't have my bag with me! I'll fetch it for you!"
Balfour nodded, indicating he would wait right there.
Excited, Giselle flounced off to grab the tissue, the crowd parting again automatically to let the drama queen through.
Actresses always seemed to carry an arsenal in their oversized designer totes – from makeup to emergency outfits – and Giselle was no exception. She had a penchant for the same understated luxury brand that Balfour often wore. He had a knack for choosing clothes that were elegant without screaming for attention, devoid of flashy logos.
In her quest to catch Balfour's eye, Giselle had deliberately started buying from the same brand. Occasionally, she'd wear a matching item, fueling the gossip mills.
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