Evadne stood at a respectful distance, keeping her report brief and to the point. "The earliest batch of fans has been taken care of. They're resting outside the venue now."
She couldn't fathom why Ivy was so obsessive about pleasing her fans, nonetheless, the results were undeniably pleasing to witness.
Their studio had the knack for trending on social media without spending a dime on marketing. No client was more hassle-free than Ivy.
"That’s good to hear. The pastries and iced lattes have arrived, right? And what about those with caffeine or polyphenol allergies? Are the alternative beverages ready?"
Evadne nodded, "You've reminded us plenty of times. We wouldn't forget. Everything's ready, and Mr. Howard has even arranged for some top-notch chefs to be on standby. Please rest easy; no other studio pampers their fans quite like you do."
Ivy's expression remained neutral. "I organize these fan meetings for them to see me. It’s only right to consider their needs as well. They've done a lot just to be here. Everything needs to be perfect for them."
"I understand."
"What about you? You haven't eaten all day. Shall I grab some of the chef's snacks for you?"
Ivy, aiming for peak condition, hadn't eaten a thing and went straight on stage. The tactic worked; any signs of morning puffiness had vanished.
"Just a coffee for me, thanks." Ivy replied, her nerves getting the better of her appetite.
Evadne was about to insist when Balfour breezed in. She relaxed, knowing he would sort out Ivy's nutrition.
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