Evadne stood at a respectful distance, keeping her report brief and to the point. âThe earliest batch of fans has been taken care of. Theyâre resting outside the venue now.â
She couldnât 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.
âThatâs 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?â
Evadne nodded, âYouâve reminded us plenty of times. We wouldnât forget. Everythingâs 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 you do.â
Ivyâs expression remained neutral. âI organize these fan meetings for them to see me. Itâs only right to consider their needs as well. Theyâve done a lot just to be here. Everything needs to be perfect for them.â
âI understand.â
âWhat about you? You havenât eaten all day. Shall I grab some of the chefâs snacks for you?â
Ivy, aiming for peak condition, hadnât eaten a thing and went straight on stage. The tactic worked; any signs of morning puffiness had vanished.
âJust a coffee for me, thanks.â Ivy replied, her nerves getting the better of her appe Evadne was about to insist when Balfour breezed in. She relaxed, knowing he would out Ivyâs nutrition.
Balfour handed Ivy fresh juice with a straw, âI know you canât stomach much else, but please drink this.
Youâll need the energy for the stage. You must eat something, or you wonât make it through.â
Ivy had poured immense energy into rehearsals, not just for dancing but also for playing the piano and singing â every talent was to be showcased for her fans. Even an iron man would falter on an empty stomach.
Around others, Ivy was the epitome of cool logic, but in Balfourâs presence, she let her guard down, her eyes begging for reassurance Balfour playfully nudged her nose. âItâs just people who adore you. Youâve been looking forward to this, right? Donât be scared.â
âCan I really make it through?â
08:45 âYouâll make it. Hard work never lies.â
Taking a deep breath, Ivy felt her confidence returning as her makeup artist worked her magic.
Ivy chose a fiery Latin dance to kick off the event, setting the tone with her vibrant, passionate makeup, featuring reds and glitter to reflect the fiery side of her personality that fans loved.
Balfour had never seen Ivy like this. While he always preferred her natural beauty, her made-up persona was equally mesmerizing. At that moment, he too felt like a smitten fan.
âYou look stunning.â Balfour blurted out, prompting a giggle from the makeup artist and sending a blush creeping across Ivyâs face. She shot him a coquettish look through the mirror that melted his heart.
âIvy, you are always stunning. Of all the celebrities Iâve worked with, your face is the canvas that lets my creativity soar.â The makeup artist reveled in the freedom of enhancing Ivyâs features without the constraints of covering imperfections, boldly crafting her look.