[Changing Room]

"This is getting far more interesting than I expected," Sal remarked as he helped Ivy adjust her costume before the next shot.

Since Lola had stepped out to discuss the storyboard with the creative director, the two finally had a chance to talk in private.

Ivy nodded.

"The more I look into it, the more convinced I am that both my father and Xander’s father uncovered something."

She lowered her voice.

"And whatever that secret was... it gave someone a reason to eliminate them."

Sal nodded thoughtfully.

"I’ve been following every lead you gave me."

He handed her a bottle of water before continuing.

"I checked orphanage records in case Luna had been admitted under her real name. I also searched hospitals and emergency records from that period."

He shook his head.

"Nothing."

"No admissions."

"No matching identities."

"No trace of either Luna or your father."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Ivy’s face.

She had hoped that if her father had escaped with Luna, they might have sought medical help after the fire.

At least then there would have been a record.

Instead...

There was nothing.

It was as though they had vanished from the world.

Sal noticed her expression and gently patted her shoulder.

"Don’t lose hope yet."

"No records can also mean someone intentionally erased their identities."

Ivy gave a faint nod.

"I know."

"It just means we’ll have to dig deeper."

Sal smiled.

"We’ve come this far."

"We’re not stopping now."

Before Ivy could respond, Sal suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way."

"I heard Nora was detained for attempted murder."

The unexpected change in topic pulled Ivy from her thoughts.

She sighed.

"Yes."

"She attacked Olivia and Polly during a fight at a bar."

"They’ve filed charges against her."

"And after discovering she lied to them for years, neither of them intends to let the matter go."

Sal raised an amused eyebrow.

"So..."

"They finally found out she was never dating Aaron?"

Ivy couldn’t help laughing.

"That’s only part of it."

"Even after being detained, Florine tried to use the Emerson family’s name to intimidate everyone."

Sal frowned.

"And?"

"Taylor informed Xander."

"What did he do?"

A smile slowly appeared on Ivy’s face.

"He refused to help."

"He also warned Florine that if she ever used the Emerson family’s name for personal gain again, he wouldn’t let it slide."

Sal couldn’t hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

"Good."

"It’s about time he saw the Ford family for who they really are."

He looked at Ivy warmly.

"You’ve found someone who truly loves you, Raven."

Ivy’s smile slowly faded.

"He loves Ivy..."

She lowered her gaze.

"...not Raven."

Her voice carried a quiet sadness.

Sal’s expression softened.

He stepped closer.

"Raven."

"You are Ivy now."

He spoke gently but firmly.

"The woman standing before Xander..."

"The woman Leo loves..."

"The woman building a future with them..."

"...is you."

He smiled reassuringly.

"It doesn’t matter what name you were born with."

"What matters is the person you’ve become."

Ivy listened quietly.

She understood his words.

Logically...

They made perfect sense.

Yet the fear buried deep inside her heart refused to disappear.

What if one day the real Ivy returns?

What if everything I’ve built disappears overnight?

If Xander learns I’m Raven...

Will he still look at me the same way?

Or will he remember the woman who once pulled the trigger on him?

The thought made her chest tighten.

After a long silence, she spoke again.

"Xander..."

She hesitated.

"...asked me to marry him."

Sal’s eyes widened.

"What?"

Before he could say anything else—

"What did you just say?"

Both Ivy and Sal turned sharply toward the doorway.

Lola stood there, frozen in place.

Her eyes were wide with shock.

She looked as though she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

Sal immediately walked toward the door.

"Miss Lola..."

He forced an awkward smile.

"When did you get back?"

Lola blinked.

"Just now."

She looked directly at Ivy.

"I only heard the last part."

"You said Mr. Xander Emerson wants to marry you."

The room fell silent.

Lola slowly walked over.

"Ivy..."

Her voice was filled with concern rather than curiosity.

"Is it true?"

Ivy opened her mouth to answer.

Before she could speak, Lola gently held both of her hands.

"You can’t rush into marriage."

Both Ivy and Sal looked at her in surprise.

Lola quickly shook her head.

"No, that’s not what I mean."

She took a deep breath.

"I know Mr. Emerson cares about you."

"And I know you’re happy with him."

"But your career has only just begun."

She looked Ivy straight in the eyes.

"The public can be cruel."

"They won’t see your hard work."

"They’ll say your success came because of him."

"They’ll call you an opportunist."

"They’ll accuse you of using your relationship to get roles."

Sal frowned.

"But that’s not true."

"I know it isn’t," Lola replied immediately.

"I’ve watched Ivy work harder than anyone else on every set."

"She earned every opportunity through her talent."

"Yes, Mr. Emerson recommended her to Globe Entertainment."

"But after that, every audition..."

"Every rehearsal..."

"Every role..."

"She earned those herself."

Lola sighed.

"The entertainment industry doesn’t care about the truth."

"It cares about headlines."

She squeezed Ivy’s hands reassuringly.

"I don’t want people diminishing everything you’ve achieved."

"I don’t want them saying you became successful because of the man you married instead of the woman you are."

Ivy fell silent.

She had never considered that possibility.

Sal glanced at Lola before smiling faintly.

"You really care about her."

Lola nodded without hesitation.

"Of course I do."

"She’s my artist."

"But more importantly..."

A gentle smile appeared on her face.

"...she’s someone I want to see succeed on her own merits."

The room grew quiet once more.

Ivy understood exactly what Lola meant.

She wasn’t trying to interfere in her personal life.

She was trying to protect the career Ivy had worked so hard to build.

A warm smile spread across Ivy’s face.

"Don’t worry," she said reassuringly. "We’re not getting married anytime soon."

She glanced down for a brief moment before looking back at Lola.

"It’s something we’re thinking about for the future, not right now."

The tension in Lola’s shoulders eased.

She let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"I’m glad to hear that."

"I was worried you’d make a decision while your career is just beginning to take off."

Ivy shook her head with a smile.

"I wouldn’t."

Then, without warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lola.

The unexpected hug caught Lola completely off guard.

"Ivy?"

"Thank you," Ivy said sincerely.

"For always looking out for me."

"For believing in me."

"And for being the best manager I could have asked for."

Lola smiled warmly and returned the embrace.

"That’s my job."

She gently patted Ivy’s back before pulling away.

"No," Ivy corrected with a soft laugh.

"That’s because you genuinely care."

Lola chuckled.

"Well... I suppose I do."

Sal watched the exchange from the side with a small smile.

"I’m starting to feel left out."

Both women turned toward him.

Lola laughed.

"Don’t worry."

"You’ve done a pretty good job looking after her too."

Sal placed a hand dramatically over his chest.

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

"You should," Lola replied with a grin.

A knock came from outside the dressing room.

"Miss Ivy?" a crew member called. "We’re ready for the next scene."

Lola immediately slipped back into manager mode.

"Perfect."

She clapped her hands once before pointing toward the door.

"Break’s over."

Turning to Ivy, she straightened the collar of her outfit and gave it one final inspection.

"Hair looks good."

"Makeup is fine."

She smiled with satisfaction.

"Now go show everyone why you earned this role."

Ivy nodded confidently.

"I won’t disappoint you."

"I know you won’t."

Lola opened the dressing room door.

"Come on."

"Your shot is ready."

With renewed determination, Ivy stepped out of the room.

Sal and Lola followed close behind as they made their way toward the set, each carrying the quiet confidence that the day ahead would bring Ivy one step closer to the future she had worked so hard to build.

***

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Meanwhile, Xander was driving with Taylor when the latter noticed his boss had been unusually quiet, seemingly lost in deep thought.

"Is everything okay, Boss?" Taylor finally asked.

Xander rarely became this serious unless something was bothering him deeply. And from experience, Taylor knew that if his boss kept overthinking, he would soon slip into one of his infamous grumpy moods.

Xander, however, was still replaying everything Logan had told him about Ivy.

Why would she go looking for Frederick and his family seven years ago when she had supposedly only found out about them recently?

The question refused to leave his mind.

For the first time, Xander realized he might not know everything about Ivy’s past after all.

"Taylor," he suddenly called.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Did you investigate everything about Ivy’s life after she left the Ford family?"

Taylor looked at him in surprise before nodding.

"Yes, Boss. I already gave you a complete report."

"Then why wasn’t there any mention of her meeting Logan?" Xander asked, his brows knitting together.

Taylor frowned.

"What happened, Boss? Did I miss something?"

Xander remained silent for a few moments before his expression darkened.

"Taylor, find out how Ivy ended up in my room seven years ago."

Taylor’s eyes widened.

They already knew that the woman Edward had arranged for Xander that night had somehow been replaced by Ivy. But now his boss wanted to know how she had managed to get there in the first place.

Miss Ivy... just what in the world did you do now