Actually, moving out this time, Ivy had steeled herself to gradually distance from Balfour.
But when the cozy picture of him and Mara popped up, her heart still ached unbearably.
Turns out love truly has nothing to do with rationality. Her mind kept telling her to snap out of it, that she and Balfour should just maintain a simple contractual relationship.
Yet, she watched helplessly as her emotional scales tipped more and more in Balfour's favor.
Even now, her pain for Balfour stemmed from the fact that she still harbored feelings for this man, didn't it?
If only she could be as heartless as Balfour seemed to be, expressing concern over her living alone, yet so swiftly getting intimate with another woman.
After all, she had come to know Balfour later on; perhaps he and Mara had always been that close.
The following morning, there was an early shoot. Margot knocked on Ivy's door bright and early, ready to grab breakfast together.
But upon opening the door, Margot jumped at the sight of Ivy's face, "Yikes! What happened to your eyes? Why are they so swollen? Even if you have a crying scene today, there's no need to stay up and puff them up like that."
Ivy managed a weak smile, avoiding Margot's probing gaze.
Margot might not have meant any harm, but that look felt like needles to Ivy. She didn't want Margot to know she was up all night tossing and turning over a man.
Eventually, fatigue overwhelmed her, and she had no idea when she finally fell asleep.
Startled awake by Margot's knocking, she felt utterly exhausted.
"Maybe I'm just not used to the dorm bed, but it's all good. I have a crying scene today, so looking like this isn't too bad."
Margot still looked worried, but she could tell Ivy didn't want to discuss it. She had a hunch it wasn't the dorm bed since Ivy had slept just fine the previous days. Something must have happened.
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