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Ivy swallowed as she followed Silas. She wiped the corner of her eyes, determined to keep her tears at bay.
A young woman in glasses approached them, a tablet in her hand. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Good afternoon sir,” she smiled warmly.
“Afternoon, Rachel,” Silas said calmly. “This is my wife.” He pointed to Ivy, then he gestured to Rachel. “That’s Rachel, my personal assistant.”
Before Ivy could greet her, Silas addressed Rachel. “What’s the update?”
Ivy watched as Rachel scurried after Silas, her hand tapping her tablet. Unsure of what to do, she stood in the reception area until another young lady approached her.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m Debbie,” the lady smiled. “Please follow me.”
“Alright, Debbie,” Ivy replied as she followed.
Debbie led her into a room bustling with activities. There were men talking and typing, women arranging files–everyone seemed busy. They entered an inner room away from the noise, though Ivy could still hear them..
“Your stylist isn’t here yet,” Debbie said. “But while we wait, you can rehearse your lines for the interview.” She gestured to a brown armchair.
As Ivy sat, her heart clenched at the reminder of Aaliyah Salvatore. She didn’t even know why she was holding on to the jealousy stirring in her heart after she’d told herself she didn’t care about Silas’s past.
God, she just admitted she was jealous.
She averted her eyes, hoping Debbie wouldn’t see the color on her checks. Thankfully, Debbie left the room for a moment, allowing her to compose herself.
By the time she returned, Ivy was feeling more confident. She smiled as Debbie handed her a file.
“These are the questions the interviewer would ask,” Debbie explained. “Your replies are already included. There would be no sudden or unusual questions, so you’re safe.”
She felt calm under Debbie’s warm smile. “Thank you, Debbie.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to go through it, then I’ll come back when Ms. Salvatore is around. Good?”
“Yes, good.” Ivy nodded.
“See you in a bit.” Debbie waved as she shut the door behind her.
Alone again, Ivy sighed and opened the file. She skimmed through it, noticing nothing unusual in the contents. There were more questions about her and Silas than there were about her and Mason.
There was only one question about Mason’s lawsuit, and she found the response different from what she would have said.
“What’s your take on your ex–husband, Mason Hunter, suing you for the event at Laurent Bridal Store?” she read out loud. “His claims are false. I didn’t do such a thing. It’s very obvious Mason is jealous of my new marriage.”
She chuckled softly. She could bet Silas had written that line himself. She went through the rest of the pages, and when she was done, she closed the file.
Then a sudden wave of anxiety hit her.
It was happening–she was going public with her marriage to Silas. The thought of her father and Cole intensified her anxiety and she stood up, breaking out in sweats.
Sitting alone in a small room, with distant noise around, didn’t help her nerves. She tossed the file on the brown chair and stepped out, desperate for air.
Ivy wandered through the building, with no location in mind, feeling the anxiety build further in her chest with every step she took.
She was freaking out. She had to find Silas. She needed air. She had to get out of this place.
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Chapter 45
“Breathe, breathe.”
Ivy couldn’t see who it was, but the soft voice and gentle touch on her back made her obey. Slowly, she breathed, allowing the tight knot in her chest loosened up.
After a moment, she exhaled, feeling a lot better. She turned to face her companion. It was an elderly woman with a big smile on her face.
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