"Can you believe that guy? He actually said, 'drop by anytime!'"
Margot rubbed her arms against the goosebumps while Thalia just smirked with a knowing glance.
She could kind of get it, though.
Balfour probably said all that stuff for Ivy's sake, right?
After all, Margot was Ivy's friend, so it made sense to keep things peachy with her pal.
Ivy watched them beat a hasty retreat, a laugh escaping her lips. When her eyes met Balfour's, she blurted, "I need to talk to you about something..."
Balfour stood there for a moment, both of them well aware of the elephant in the room. And still, he silently made his way over to Ivy.
"I'm thinking, once I'm back in fighting shape, I want to head back to the set."
Ivy thought she would struggle to say the words. Every mishap affected more than just her.
There was Balfour, her grandparents—everyone worried sick about her.
She did not want to be the cause of their worry anymore.
But she could not stifle her burning passion for acting.
"I know it's selfish to talk about this now, but acting... It's what I truly love. I hope you get that."
Clutching the sheets, Ivy poured out her love for the stage to Balfour with an almost palpable urgency.
Before acting, she had never thought she could be so passionate about anything.
Just the thought of their movie lighting up the big screen and being seen by audiences everywhere made her heart race with excitement.
"When I'm acting, I feel like I find my true self. I'd give my soul for it. I know it might sound crazy, but I really love it. I love acting so much, I..."
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