Balfour flashed Ivy a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Not yet, but you will be."
He had every faith in Ivy's professional talents. Balfour was certain that, one day, she would claim the top spot in her field—it was just a matter of time.
It was a pity that, despite the underhanded tactics of some, nothing could derail Ivy's path to fame.
"Scared?" Balfour asked.
There was only the driver with them in the car, and it was impossible to avoid the paparazzi's lenses completely.
Ivy looked at him, and they shared a knowing smile.
From the day she had become involved with Balfour, Ivy had anticipated the moment they would go public. She wasn't worried about it.
She was an actress destined to rise above those who gained fame solely through their image. Her work was her backbone; she relied on nothing but her own talent.
"But you're the CEO of The Howard Group. Are you sure being with an actress like me won't affect your stock prices?"
Balfour sealed his response with a kiss. "You'll only make them soar."
Just as the paparazzi had resigned themselves to the belief that Balfour and Ivy wouldn't step out of the car, the vehicle's door swung open.
The driver descended from his seat and proceeded to open the door for Balfour.
All the photographers, as if on cue, hoisted their cameras, each lens as imposing as a cannon, all vying for the first shot of Balfour and Ivy together.
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