“How’s it going, Ivy? Are you feeling any better? Can you manage alright now?”
Ivy flashed a grin. Margot, with her ceaseless energy, always had a way of lifting her spirits.
“I’m pretty much recovered. Just that I can’t put weight on my foot for the next couple of days. Looks like I’ll be leaning on you and Thalia quite a bit.”
Margot nodded with a smile. “It’s great to have you back. From now on, we can spend every day brainstorming ideas for the script.”
Balfour had a lot on his plate and hadn’t had much of a chance to interact with them. How things would play out was pretty much up to Balfour.
After ensuring Ivy was comfortably settled and seeing her chatting happily with Margot and the others, he excused himself with a brief nod and left.
But it was only after Balfour had gone that Margot dared to ask Ivy, “What made you suddenly move back? With your leg not yet ready for action, wouldn’t staying at home have been easier?”
Ivy exhaled a weary sigh, not keen on delving into the matter.
“I have my reasons. Why, are you not happy to have me bunking here?”
Margot shook her head immediately. “No way, I wish we had more people staying on set. It’s more fun when it’s bustling, like back in my college days.”
Ivy managed a weary smile, and Thalia, noticing Ivy’s fatigue, took Margot’s arm, leading her away.
The dorm had been lively just a moment ago, but now it felt eerily silent.
In truth, it was nowhere near as spacious as the room she and Balfour shared at home.
Whenever she was with Balfour, his presence seemed to fill every corner of the space.
Now, alone, the emptiness was stark, the quietude chilling.
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