The dance instructor was absolutely astounded as she watched Ivy effortlessly memorize and execute the choreography. Her mouth was agape with amazement.
âIvy, are you some kind of prodigy or what? I remember you told me the last time you danced was three years ago, right?â
Ivy, feeling a bit shy, tied her hair back into a ponytail as it had been getting in the way, âIt really has been three years, Ms. Madison. I wouldnât lie to you.â
âItâs just unfair, you know? Iâve been at this for years, and there are still some moves that donât come to me as naturally as they do to you after a three-year break.â
Dancing is one of the skills that you should always practice. But then there are those with a natural talent who, even after a hiatus, only need to brush up a bit to get their groove back.
And Ivy was one such person.
She could still remember being a little girl when Tessa had hired a dance instructor for her, laying the groundwork for flexibility and technique early on.
Unfortunately, life happened, and she didnât get to continue her training. The last time Ivy danced was three years ago, at a school event where she followed the steps laid out by the instructor.
Now, standing in the studio again, Ivy felt like she was reliving her childhood. was brimming with joy.
The regrets that she felt when she couldnât continue the training were slowly b mended, step by step.
After the dance session, Ivy dashed off to the music room without skipping a be Piano was something she had always been farmiliar with. So she had someone co a short piece for her-a gift she intended for her fans.
This piece wouldnât hit the internet; Ivy wanted to preserve its purity and keep it untai by the market.
Bit by bit, Ivy was saving up surprises for her fans, hoping to send them home from the upcoming meet-and-greet not just happy, but so pleasantly surprised.
During all this, Balfour dropped by to catch a glimpse of Ivyâs rehearsals. He had been oblivious to her dancing talent until the moment he saw her, donning a pristine white dress and twirling gracefully in the dance studio. Balfour was so captivated that he couldnât peel his eyes away.
When Ivy danced, she was the epitome of focus, as if she existed in a world of her own.
Her expressions during the dance were akin to that of an elegant swan-utterly breathtaking.
Ms. Madison quietly observed Balfourâs reactions from the sidelines. Like many who had read the news online, she had assumed Balfourâs interest in Ivy was a mere flirtation.
But witnessing his behavior during these dance lessons-how he personally dropped her off and punctually picked her up-she realized there was more to it.
Moreover, Balfour often carried Ivyâs backpack.
She had never imagined that a man of his stature would sweat the small stuff for his love. Sometimes, in Ivyâs rush to get to practice, it was Balfour who reminded her to take her nutritional supplements at the right times to keep her energy up.
His thoughtfulness was also evident in the way he prepared her drinks: one cup filled with lukewarm coffee, the other slightly hotter. Ms. Madison wondered how much effort he put into these little details.
Seeing such attentiveness, Ms. Madison couldnât help but shake her head in admiration, thinking how fitting it was for a handsome CEO to be with Ivy, the beautiful swan. And seeing him so dedicated to his girlfriend made her question what the less good-looking guys had to be so proud of.
When would her own prince charming come along? She thought.
âBravo!â Ms. Madison couldnât help but applaud Ivy at the end of her performance. Balfour and Ivy exchanged a smile that spoke volumes.
Ivy felt a twinge of embarrassment; she had been so focused on her dance t even noticed when Balfour had slipped in.