Leon’s eyes swept over her beautiful dress, and his lips curved into a deep smile. “You look stunning!” he admitted. “That dress really looks good on you, Ivy!” he admired, not trying to hide how much he adored her in that dress. Ivy rolled her eyes and responded, “Thank you, but that doesn't answer my question: what the hell were you doing at my door? You're supposed to be at your company already. You're the CEO!” He sighed. “I was waiting for you. I tried calling you, but your phone wasn’t reachable. Then my aunt told me that you jogged out with Damian.” “And why would you be waiting for me instead of going over to put things in order?” "I was waiting for you because I wanted to make sure you were okay after your jog," Leon said, his eyes still admiring her dress. "And I have to say, you look absolutely breathtaking. How can I concentrate on work without you being there?” Ivy raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "You were worried about me? That's sweet, but I think you
However, some hours later, the event was in full swing, and the hall was filled to the brim with dignitaries, celebrities, and other fashion icons who were invited to grace the occasion. Ivy stood in front of the hall where all of her designs were displayed on mannequins. She had a wide grin on her face as she looked at each one of them. She had endured sleepless nights and meticulous hard work to make it all possible. Looking around, she didn’t notice anyone in there; she quickly danced around the room, twirling and spinning with pure delight. It was less than ten minutes before she walked out and strutted down the runway before the models began to walk. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening snapped her from her dance. Once she looked and noticed Hailey, her smile faded almost immediately. Hailey walked up to her with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Congratulations, Ivy!” she said. Ivy's eyes widened in shock as Hailey approached her, a small smile still
Ivy's heart raced as she pulled the doorknob again and again, but it wouldn't budge. She was trapped. Panic set in as she screamed for someone to help her, but her voice was muffled by the thick door. She banged on the door with her fists, pleading for someone to hear her. "Help! Someone, please help me! I'm stuck in here!" she cried, her voice growing hoarse from screaming as she continued to bang on the door. But no one came. The hall was eerily silent, and Ivy was left alone, trapped and helpless. She slid down to the floor, her back against the door, and buried her face in her hands. "Why is this happening to me?" she sobbed, feeling like she was in a nightmare. "I was supposed to be celebrating my fashion show, not trapped in a locked room." As she sat there, she thought about Hailey's strange behavior earlier. Had she planned this? Was she behind the locked door, or was it a coincidence? Maybe it was just a mistake, and no one knew she was in there. Ivy's mind raced with ques
As the men outside broke the door, Leo turned to Ivy and asked, "Are you ready?" She nodded. "Yes, I am!" "Good!" His face lit up with a smile. "Now, once we get out there, you walk straight to the runway, wow them all, and seize the moment. Then they'll all forget that you weren't punctual!" Ivy nodded, took a deep breath, and once the door was open, she walked out. The bright lights and loud music of the fashion show hit her like a wave, but with Mr. Leo by her side, she felt a sense of confidence and calm as they both headed to the runway hall. Taking the elevator, Ivy closed her eyes, trying to gather herself. "Ivy, you can do this. Yes, you can do this!" Once the elevator opened, Ivy heard the loud cheers from the runway event and stopped. Looking at the wall screen, her breath hitched, and she stumbled back in shock, seeing Hailey standing in front of the hallway and waving at the audience as if she were the designer. She couldn't believe her eyes. She stood there, seemingl
Lucas stood up to cheer for Ivy, but Madam Victoria shunned him and forced a smile. "Oh, Lucas, dear, please, not so loud. We don't want to draw attention away from her supposed big moment." Lucas looked sad for a moment but then brightened. "Oh, right! Sorry, Madam Victoria! I got a bit carried away!" Madam Victoria rolled her eyes. "Well, just try to contain your enthusiasm, dear." But Lucas couldn't help himself. He started doing a little dance in his seat, waving his arms and making "ca-ching" noises. Madam Victoria tried to shush him, but Lucas was unstoppable. He jumped up and began doing a victory dance on the table, knocking over a glass of water in the process. "Wow, Ivy, you are absolutely stunning out there!" one of the models in attendance screamed. "I know, right? She totally stole the show!" another remarked. "Hailey didn't stand a chance once Ivy hit the runway! I'm still in shock; I can't believe what just happened!" "Ivy's walk was everything and more! I'm so p
Ivy's face beamed with pride as she watched the models walk down the runway in her designs. “Hey, Ivy!” Leon called out to her as he approached. “You did good out there! Our ratings are very high, and it's all thanks to you!” Once she turned around and saw it was Leon, her smile faded away. She sneered, “Where is your girlfriend?” Leon’s eyes widened at her harsh voice. He tried to calm her down, his gaze wandering to ensure the media didn't catch that moment. “What's up, Ivy? What happened? Why are you angry?” He smiled as he pulled her away from the cameras and walked her back inside. “Where is your girlfriend?” Ivy demanded, her voice low and angry. “I know she was supposed to be here tonight, and I know she was the one who tried to sabotage my moment! Where the hell is she, Leon? Did you hide her?” Leon's smile faltered, and he looked around nervously to make sure they were out of earshot of the media. “Ivy, calm down. Let's talk about this inside. What are you even talking a
His words caught in his throat as he glanced at her outfit. Rushing towards her, his eyes widened in horror. “Wh-wh-what happened here? What happened to your dress?” A torrent of tears streamed down Ivy's cheeks as she stood there, unable to explain what had just happened to her dress. Leon’s eyes swept from Ivy down to Hailey, and he saw the ink still plastered on her hand. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt: it was Hailey who had intentionally ruined the outfit. Leon's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of Ivy's ruined dress. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The beautiful design, the intricate details—all ruined by a splatter of blue ink. A wave of anger washed over him as he turned to Hailey, his eyes blazing. “Hailey, what did you do?” he demanded angrily. “How could you do this to Ivy? You just sabotaged everyone—the whole fashion show!” Hailey's face was red with anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I didn't do anything, Leon,” she spat. “Sh
As they stepped off the runway, the crowd gasped in surprise. But when they recognized Ivy and Leon walking toward them, they erupted into applause. The stained dresses were a hit, and Ivy and Leon exchanged smiles as they made their way down the runway. Once off the runway, Ivy turned to Leon, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling. "Thank you for saving me, for saving the show." Leon returned her smile, warmth radiating from his eyes. "We make a good team, Ivy," he replied. "We always have. This is as important to you as it is to me." For a moment, Ivy forgot their crazy past and pulled him into a tight hug, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. A few minutes later, the host called her out to finalize the deal and sign the last papers with Damian. She quickly slipped off her heels and headed straight outside. As she walked the runway, she glanced around, hoping to spot him in the crowd. "What a silly man," she sighed, shaking her head. "H