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“I know,” Ivy whispered.

Ivy’s heart hammered against her ribs. So did I. She took a step closer. “What line was it?”

The rain filled the silence. Ivy reached out, her fingers trembling, and traced the edge of a sequin on Scarlett’s sleeve. “What if I’m not acting, Scarlett? What if I’m just… in love with the way you breathe before you speak? In love with the way you say my name like it’s a secret?” -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...

“For the first time in my career,” Ivy breathed, “I’m not faking.”

She found her.

And when the party upstairs finally faded to a hum, they walked out together, not as co-stars, not as a scene, but as two people terrified and thrilled by the same impossible truth:

The rain was a persistent whisper against the studio window. Ivy Wolfe stood backstage, the velvet curtain a cool weight against her bare shoulder. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not like this. The after-party was in full swing on the main floor—clinking glasses, the hollow laughter of industry praise—but she had slipped away, seeking the quiet dark. “I know,” Ivy whispered

But standing here, with the scent of Scarlett’s jasmine perfume cutting through the stale air, Ivy realized the tragedy wasn't fiction.

Scarlett’s breath hitched. “Then we’re in trouble.” She took a step closer

“You ran,” Scarlett said. It wasn’t an accusation. It was a key, turning in a lock Ivy didn’t know she had.