The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 1928

“Your sister, Clara…” Vincent began, heaving a sigh tinged with regret as he did, “She’s a bright one, easy on the eyes too, and she’s got a knack for getting along with people. Just a bit of bad luck, that’s all.”

Ivy stifled the discomfort brewing within her as she waited for him to finish. “Actually, becoming an actress has always been Clara’s dream,” she said. “She’s been working tirelessly towards it. I believe if she’s given a chance, she’d prove to be an exceptional actress.”

Since she was there to apologize on behalf of Clara, Ivy was prepared to sing her sister’s praises, even if it meant bending the truth.

If she could just resolve this issue, she’d no longer have to deal with the troubles that came with being associated with her family.

Vincent stood up, wine glass in hand, and walked over to her. “This industry’s full of talented, hardworking folks,” he said, “but opportunities are scarce. It comes down to who’s got the gumption to grab them.”

He placed a glass of wine in front of Ivy and stood beside her, watching quietly.

Ivy understood the unspoken request: drink the wine to express Clara’s regret and to seize the chance.

She was beginning to regret being there. Even if it meant breaking free from her family, she regretted sitting in this place.

should she endure this humiliation for something wrong

her phone; it was

reached out. Perhaps they hadn’t even intended to.

just

that the end

and nodded. “Yes, drink up, and I’ll consider giving Clara another shot.”

“Alright then.”

her glass, and refilled it. “This one’s for you,

set the glass on the

Vincent lifted his own glass and drained it. “Ivy, you look so delicate, but you sure can knock one

sit. “Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, you’ll join me for the rest of the meal,

to see Vincent keeping his distance, Ivy relaxed a bit. It was daytime, after all; she doubted he’d dare do

course. Today, my family is hosting. Order whatever you like, Vincent.

mentioned you quite a few times, saying you’re a

meal, Vincent reached for his glass again. “Ivy, let’s have another drink!”