Watching George leave without sparing her a proper conversation, she tightened the grip on her dress while her mind trailed to the individual that stole the heart of her crush. She had been crushing on George Brandon for ages, and he was the reason she strived to partake in the film when she found out he was one of the supporting characters. She planned on winning him over, but it seems he only had eyes for Ivy.
“Are you just going to stand here and watch his back, Isa? Just let it go.” Her personal assistant gave her a nudge, and Isabelle shrugged it off and walked to her car. Her personal assistant was aware of her infatuation towards George and how she had been trying to pursue him ever since the start of her career, with no avail. Finally, she would be acting in the same film as George, a perfect chance to confess her feelings, but it was ruined by Ivy’s presence.
“I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid.”
******
“The news is burning with your name on top of the titles and headlines; many actors will do anything to be in your shoes,” Susan said in enthusiasm as she placed her laptop in front of Ivy.
Ivy didn’t need to look at it to know the content of each article. It was probably about the interview with the media and director Tim’s compliments and nothing else. Perhaps they might spice things up by publishing one about how she mentioned her replica wasn’t a threat. The media was predictable.
“Have you discussed your filming with your husband? We will be leaving the city.”
“No, I haven’t.” Ivy sighed. She hadn’t seen Zack since the day he left early for work, nor had he given her a call like he used to. Even when she tried calling him, his number was not reachable. She concluded he must be too busy with work and didn’t want to disturb him over her own issues. His eyes were always peered towards the entertainment news for some reasons that she doesn’t know, so he will be able to figure out she left for filming when he finally gets back.
“What are you daydreaming about?” Susan batted her eyebrow at her.
Ivy snapped out of her thoughts. “Nothing. What is running through your mind right now?”
Susan winked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh boy, dirty thoughts I guess.” Whatever was going on in her mind, it ain’t pure. “Listen Susan, we aren’t that much in love, okay, so snap out of it,” Ivy said, averting her eyes away from Susan.
Susan studied Ivy’s facial expression. She couldn’t find any blush on her face, and it made her inclined to believe there was nothing special going on between the couple. “Fine, let’s discuss what’s important like what you always say. You need a personal assistant…”
“Have you found one?”
“Yes, but she will arrive on the day you’ll be leaving for the set,” Susan said and scrolled through her gallery. “Here’s her photo.”
“Whatever, photos don’t matter; the service does.” Ivy shrugged, not interested in seeing the girl’s photo.
“You are one hell of an artist, Ivy.” Susan shook her head; she has definitely changed.
Kate has automatically become Irene’s personal assistant. Though it was a little upgrade from being a puppet, she was still by Irene’s side because of her mother’s hospital bills, and her bankruptcy caused by Ivy. Well, she was the stupid one to play games with her, and it backfired. Seeing that the fake rumors instigated by her hold no weight, she was conflicted on what to do to please Irene after Zack made her delete the video. A month has passed since the deadline given by Irene to find something good enough to defame Ivy, and she hadn’t found anything of use. Frustrated, she began searching the net for useful information by looking into her past scandals from the beginning of her career. Yet, nothing ‘good enough’ popped up. Racking her brains every single day was taking a toll on her.
“This is too frustrating.” She complained. Ditching Irene was not a choice. “Urg!” She hit her bedside table to take out her frustration, but it wasn’t helping.
The sound of her phone ringing tune distracted her. Looking at the caller ID, she could only sigh. ‘Speaking of the devil.’
“Come over now. And don’t be late.” The call ended, and Kate kept looking at her phone in disbelief. “It’s midnight for heaven’s sake. Urg! What is so important that can’t be kept for tomorrow?” Grumbling, she got out of bed and left her room to meet Irene. They were currently at the hotel the production crew and actors lodged because of the filming for ‘Wedding Catastrophe.’ There were still many scenes Irene needed to film before she wraps up her part.
She knocked before entering the room and found Irene sitting on her bed, swirling a glass of wine.
‘She’s buzzing,’ Kate thought before asking. “What’s the occasion?”
“Sit down, you dumbass.” Rude and mean as usual, and Kate had gotten used to her behavior, as it was constantly on display around her. Only in front of the media and the production crew would she pull a facade.
“What is it? Why did you call me?” She got a glare in response.
“We have an important guest arriving,” Irene said, taking a sip of her wine.
Kate had a feeling the meeting had something to do with her scheming again. She really didn’t want to partake in any of it, but what can she do? She was well aware Irene uses extreme means to carry out her plans, and she must be a partaker, whether she likes it or not.
“Prepare yourself to run an errand for me,” she said without glancing at her.
Her errand was never a simple task; it was always dirty. “I hope it’s not…” Kate trailed off and bit her lip; she almost blurted out words that would annoy her.
“You want to say something?” Irene turned to face her, blinking her eyes at her.
“No,” Kate replied with a fake smile. ‘That was close.’
A few minutes later, a man arrived, and Kate couldn’t stop staring, almost drooling at him.
“Cover your mouth, punk,” Irene shot daggers at her, but Kate’s brain resisted her insult this time around. The man in front of her brought back her lost infatuation, stimulated every time she sees a man of his caliber. She gawked with her mouth wide open, pleased by his handsome features, then she looked down below. ‘Gosh, he meets my standard.’
“Are you okay?” The young man had to ask; the way she was looking at him raised suspicion.
“Wo… what… um… ye… ye… ye… ye… ye.”
“Don’t mind her; she’s a dork,” Irene said, eyeing Kate with disdain. ‘When she sees a man, she starts gawking like a fool.’
“I’m Ethan; what’s your name?” He introduced himself, and Kate blinked multiple times before answering.
“K.. K… K… Kate.”
Irene rolled her eyes, ‘where did i find this fool’.