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"She's in

in charge?" Ivy asked, freeing herself from Silas's embrace, her brow furrowing

"Yes, Rosie is one of the best stylists in the country," Silas said, his voice brimming with pride.

"How are you, Ivy? You seem surprised to see me," Rosie said, her eyes scanning Ivy with derision

Ivy's cheeks colored slightly. "I didn't know you were in charge.

"Oh. Silas is like that. He loves surprises," Rosie said, flashing Silas a smile.

Silas chuckled, pulling Ivy close again. "When do we begin?" he asked Rosie.

"It's straight to work." Rosie replied, adjusting her pl

plaid skirt. “Il call the team to attend to you while I take your wife"

Rosie pulled Ivy away from Silas, her grip a little too rough. Ivy immediately yanked her hand free.

Silas seemed oblivious to the tension. "Alright, I'm sure you'll do a great job, Rosie."

JOh, I will," Rosie said with a smile that Ivy didn't trust, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Let's go, Ivy."

"Ill see you soon. Silas said, his voice resonating in the room.

Despite Rosie's mean looks, Silas made Ivy blush as she nodded, following Rosie out of the room.

When they got to the hallway, Rosie suddenly pulled Ivy aside, pinning her against the wall.

"I can't believe you're still on with the marriage!" Rosie snarled, her eyes blazing with anger.

Ivy froze for a moment but quickly composed herself, pulling herself away from Rosie. However, Rosie was surprisingly strong.

"I warned you about what to expect!" Rosie snapped.

Finding her strength, Ivy pushed Rosie away, startling her. "And I told you I didn't care!" Ivy shot back, breathing heavily from anger. "What's your problem with my marriage to Silas?"

"You don't belong here! You don't belong in our family!" Rosie hissed through gritted teeth.

The words stung, but Ivy refused to show it. "Who made you the judge of that? You have no right to interfere in my marriage. I am here to stay, Rosie!"

Rosie raised her hand as if to strike Ivy, but the hallway door opened, and two ladies walked in.

"Rosie, we're ready," one of the ladies said.

Ivy watched as Rosie immediately composed herself, her countenance changed. "Sure," Rosie said, a smile plastered on her face.

Ivy, still seething, attempted a smile but failed.

other lady gestured to Ivy. "It's time for your hair and makeup. Please come with

Stone, Rosie snapped from behind

the lady said

steps, ignoring Rosie as the ladies

it. On the table were hair accessories with two other girls

deep sigh, trying to calm her nerves. She was pissed and couldn't wait for another

rother

Xia," one of the ladies said. "I'lI start with your hair, and when I'm done, Xia will

"Yes." Ivy nodded.

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my assistants." Sally said, gesturing to

greeting, sitting on the red chair

going to create

smiled, draping a

Ivy's shoulders. "Have you always

hair," Ivy said,

doesn't think about her mother often, she was only surprised that she'd talked about her more in the past 24 hours than she had in years-and not for a good

dyeing then," Sally said warmly, breaking Ivy's thoughts. "Let's go wash it.” "Alright." Ivy

"What's going on with

washing and drying. When

Stone?"

taken aback by

said, lowering her voice to a

red in

knows how horrible Mrs. Stone is," she said, and her assistants nodded in agreement. "She makes everything difficult whenever we work together. I've worked with her three

like Rosie, she didn't want to gossip. "I don't think she's

bad"

is," Sally said, picking

jolted, expecting

a delivery from your husband," he said, handing a box

It was a royal blue box designed with a pink ribbon and a crystal charm.

exclaimed and the assistants

remembered the pink diamond Silas had

sapphire, the

with- Rosie paused, her eyes

it!" Sally

Rosie's eyes, and her face reddened, betraying her composure. "It's beautiful," she

envy.

replied, pleased

in ten minutes

you," Sally murmured, quickly finishing

Xia began working on Ivy's makeup. Moments later,

time to dress,"

"Isn't that

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