Ivy was lost in thought when Balfour suddenly pinched her chin, "Hey, what's on your mind? By my side, you're not allowed to think of other men."
Ivy couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, "Caspian is already fifty. Are you seriously jealous of him?"
Balfour wasn't having any of it. There he was, right in front of Ivy, and she was still thinking about another man.
"Enough about others. Let's just go to bed. You've got dance rehearsal tomorrow."
Balfour knew Ivy's schedule better than anyone.
Sure enough, at the mention of another day of training, Ivy groaned and flopped down.
Though she was eager to deliver a perfect performance for her fans, the daily grind in the studio was truly exhausting.
Balfour didn't brush Ivy off; the next day, he went straight over to the house Mara and the others had rented.
"Who could that be? Can't a person get some sleep around here? Talk about rude," grumbled Olivia. She'd been jet-lagged for days, tossing and turning at night, struggling to wake in the morning. Now, at her groggiest, Mara was out, leaving Olivia to trudge to the door, grumbling all the way.
But to her surprise, she opened the door to find Balfour who was sharply dressed. Olivia's eyes went wide as the sight of a handsome man jolted her awake.
"Balfour! What brings you here? Looking for Mara?"
Balfour nodded and asked, "Is she here?"
That jogged Olivia's memory. Mara had gone to Clara's.
Olivia laughed it off, "Oh, Mara wasn't feeling great, so she went out early for some exercise. Got something urgent for her? Want me to call her back?"
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