âBringing it to the set? Are you hoping I wouldnât notice?â Giselle had a point, and the crew was once again in a bind. Whose side should they take: Ivyâs or Giselleâs?
The bespectacled woman couldnât afford to cross Giselle after already clashing with Ivy. She clenched her teeth, resolute in her decision not to side with Ivy.
âItâs obvious, Giselleâs no fool. Why would she keep evidence in her own bag? Some sneaky rat mustâve played their cards well, slipping the evidence into Giselleâs bag while she was being framed.
Then, by the time we all discover the clothing, Giselle ends up taking the fall for someone elseâs dirty work,â she rationalized.
Giselle breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that bespectacled woman had crafted a plausible excuse for her.
âYeah, thatâs got to be the case,â Giselle said as she turned to Balfour, her eyes brimming with sincerity and tears shimmering. âBalfour, youâve got to believe me. How could I ever do such a thing? You know me, Iâm the type whoâd mourn over an ant crushed on the sidewalk. I could never harm anyone.â
Balfour looked impassively at the woman before him, spewing lies as if they were gospel. Disgust filled his gaze. He had once considered her a friend and defended her.
When did Giselle become such liar?
With Balfour unmoved, Giselleâs tears flowed freely, and she turned her plea towards Ivy.
âIvy, Iâve always seen you as a friend. In this cutthroat industry, itâs hard to find genuine people. Youâre new here, and I thought you hadnât been tainted by the business. But now, youâre pushing me over the edge! What have I done to deserve this? Just tell me what Iâve done to offend you, and Iâll change. But you canât ruin me like this!â
Giselleâs eyes were red and swollen as she stepped forward and grabbed Ivyâs hand.
âIvy, why are you doing this to me? Please, tell them the truth, that you had someone sneak the clothing into my bag. If you clear this up, Iâll forgive you. I know you must have your reasons.â
Her sobs made her a pitiable sight.
Someone muttered, âThereâs no need for all this drama. Whoever owns the clothing, there will be fingerprints on the metal decorations. Just get it checked at the police station, and weâll know for sure.â
Giselle tensed up at the suggestion.
âNo! No need to go to the police station. This is just a misunderstanding between us girls, nothing for the cops!â
ÕÕ After she spoke, she cast a glance at Ivy.
Ivy remained silent, making others suspect that Giselle was worried the fingerprints on the clothing would incriminate Ivy.
Ivy, however, let out a cold laugh and shook off Giselleâs hand. âGiselle, what are you so scared of? Is it me, or are you afraid your actions will come to light? Thanks, but no need to worry about me. Iâm willing to go to the station.â
Suddenly, Giselle gripped Ivyâs wrist tightly, her tone bordering on threatening. âIvy, donât be foolish. If this goes to the police, youâll be the one to suffer. Do you think you can continue your acting career with a record? I donât want that for you! Just apologize to everyone and we can put this behind us. Ivy, donât be so stubborn!â
Ivy looked at her, amused. âYou really shouldnât worry about me, Giselle. The truth is quite clear. My outfit is at home. If anyone doubts that, they can go to my place right now and size.â see for themselves. The one in your bag certainly isnât mine.