"Do you really think Alyssa won't see right through that store-bought gift? She'll just think I didn't put my heart into it."
Deep down, Ivy was more than willing to craft something with her own hands to give to Alyssa, but such a gift might seem a bit too "modest" for someone of Alyssa's standing.
To those high society folks, sincerity is ironically the cheapest commodity. Ivy knew she had to present something of tangible value to Alyssa to properly show her respect.
Balfour leaned in and nuzzled Ivy's cheek, which was as soft as a baby's skin.
He couldn't resist doing it every time, and though Ivy playfully swatted at his face when she got fed up, her touch was so gentle it barely counted. Regardless, Balfour continued to do as he pleased, leaving Ivy to her solitary fretting.
"If you start thinking like the rest of those snobs, that's when Grandma will truly be heartbroken. She'll treasure whatever you give her. If you really want to show her how you feel, then put your own touch on something," he said.
Their family had climbed the social ladder to this lofty position, and if Ivy couldn't even do what she wanted, then what was the point of all their efforts?
Balfour had always said Ivy shouldn't worry so much. Whatever she chose to give to Alyssa, people would clap and cheer anyway. The line of those looking to curry favor with Ivy could stretch from here to the moon.
Now, as the legitimate granddaughter-in-law of the Howard family, who would dare give her the cold shoulder?
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