As Ivy grasped the spoon, she stirred the chilly blend of mint and lemon, her mind a whirlwind as she searched for the right words.
"How's the taste of that lemonade, dear? I spent quite some time perfecting it, you know."
"Really? Let me try!" Ivy hastened to scoop up a spoonful and slipped it into her mouth. Before she even swallowed, the sweet refreshment burst onto her palate.
"It's delicious! Nothing Grandma makes ever tastes bad!"
Dean was also earnestly sipping on his lemonade, though his portion was notably smaller—a precaution Alyssa had taken to monitor his sugar intake. So, there he was, savoring each sip with focused delight.
"Seeing you enjoy it makes all the afternoon's work worth it. How about I pack a jug for you to take to the set later, hmm?"
Ivy's stirring paused.
"Grandma... I might not go back to the set this afternoon. There's been a bit of a... situation."
"Oh?" Alyssa quickly set down her spoon, concern displaying on her brows. "Is someone at the set giving you trouble? Remember, if anyone bullies you, tell your grandpa and me!"
The warmth in Ivy's heart swelled; a cherished favor she had never quite experienced before now fully felt in the presence of her Alyssa and Dean.
"No one's bullying me. It's just that I've had a bit of a misunderstanding with Balfour."
It must be serious if Ivy had come home early because of a personal issue, especially if it meant leaving work halfway through the day.
Alyssa's inquisitive gaze urged Ivy to spill the beans.
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