The party was in full swing, with some guests clinking beer bottles and others belting out hits on the karaoke machine.
Giselle never left Balfourâs side, chatting up a storm with everyone around her, her laughter ringing out like a melody.
Ivy watched her, a pang of envy gnawing at her heart.
Sheâd never been like Giselle, so effortlessly sociable, chatting away with anyone and everyone, so utterly at ease.
Around strangers, Ivy couldnât shake off a feeling of awkwardness.
Balfour, surrounded by a throng of well-wishers, couldnât help but let his gaze drift to Ivy, sitting alone in a corner, her head bowed, her aura dimmed.
He squinted at her thoughtfully.
Originally, when Alyssa had told him about the movie tickets, Balfour hadnât wanted to go with Ivy.
They werenât a couple, after all, so there was no reason to indulge in such things.
But the tickets had been bought, and he couldnât disappoint Alyssa. Having agreed, he really did want to watch the movie with Ivy, not expecting Giselle to spring a birthday surprise on him.
It was only natural for Ivy to feel let down. Anyone would be upset by a sudden change of plans.
From a distance, Balfour suddenly stood up and walked over to Ivy. âLetâs go,â he said.
Ivy slowly rose to her feet, dazed, âGo? Where to?â
âDo you really want to stay here?â Balfour didnât wait for an answer. He grabbed her hand, ready to take off.
Seeing this, Giselleâs face turned frosty, âBalfour, where are you off to?â
She approached them, her eyes fixed on their intertwined hands, her expression slipping beyond her control, âBalfour, itâs your birthday. Iâve planned this party for a long time. If the guest of honor leaves, whatâs left to celebrate?â
Balfour looked around, âThanks for the party, Giselle, but right now, I need some alone time with my wife. Donât mind us, and carry on with the fun. Put all the expenses on my tab tonight. Donât hold back.â
The words âalone time with my wifeâ were enough to sting her, and seeing that he was serious about leaving, Giselle called out again, âBalfour, where are you and Ivy off to celebrate, then?â
Ivy felt incredibly awkward as if Giselleâs glare could set her on fire, âBalfour, maybe you should stay and enjoy the party with everyone.â
She tried to pull her hand away from Balfourâs, but his grip was too strong, unyielding to her attempts.
âWhere weâre going is our business,â Balfour insisted, pulling Ivy away from the club.
Giselle turned to watch them go, fury flaring in her eyes.
âGiselle, weâ¦â The others watched Balfour leave, their expressions tense, fearing her wrath.
Hearing their voices, Giselle quickly composed herself, turning back with a smile, âItâs fine. Balfour has to handle something. Letâs just keep the party going.â
With Giselleâs reassurance, everyone relaxed and resumed their revelry.
Giselle sat down in the corner where Ivy had been, swirling a glass of wine in her hand.
The first time sheâd seen Ivy at the party, she hadnât considered her a threat.
It seemed she had underestimated Ivy.
Balfour pulled Ivy out of the club, and it wasnât until they reached his car that she finally snapped out of her daze, âBalfour, walking out like that will make Giselle upset.â
âArenât you upset?â Balfour looked down at her, âWhy not speak up about your own feelings, instead of worrying about someone elseâs?â