Ivy couldn't understand why some people just couldn't take a hint. She had cut ties with the Dunhills long ago, yet they refused to let her live in peace, even spreading their family disputes online.
"I'm sorry, but Clara's not my sister. You've got the wrong person."
If they were going to ostracize her over this nonsense, Ivy decided she didn't need to waste her breath on them. She wasn't planning on returning to this dance studio anyway.
"Hey, what's with the attitude? You mess up, and we can't talk about it? Even your own folks can't stand you, can they? With that personality of yours, I'm baffled how someone like the CEO of the Howard Group could fall for you. What's your trick?" Ophelia sneered.
Though her domineering nature wasn't exactly a favorite among the other dancers, her words did strike a chord.
What did Ivy have that they didn't? Why would such a catch be into her? Sure, Ivy was a bit prettier, but she wasn't exactly Miss High Society.
Why on earth did Balfour pick her? Weren't the Howards about matching status and social standing?
It was the talk of the studio. If Ivy came from a remarkable background, they wouldn't dare to dream. But with the perceived gap narrowing, even the most ordinary among them fantasized about such a chance.
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