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.

endure this humiliation for something wrong

glanced at her phone; it was devoid of

family hadn’t reached out. Perhaps

just a

I drink this wine, is that the end of it?”

cryptically and nodded. “Yes, drink up, and

“Alright then.”

stood up, picked up her glass, and refilled it. “This one’s for you, Vincent. I hope you’ll give Clara more opportunities in the future!”

set the glass on the

see her drink, Vincent lifted his own glass and drained it. “Ivy, you look so delicate,

drink, Vincent returned to his seat and gestured for Ivy to sit. “Now that the misunderstanding is

his distance, Ivy relaxed a bit. It was daytime,

is hosting. Order whatever you like, Vincent. Don’t be

a few times, saying

through the meal, Vincent reached for his glass again. “Ivy, let’s have

the