“For the first time in my career,” Ivy breathed, “I’m not faking.”
They had just fallen in love in a place where nothing was supposed to be real.
“You ran,” Scarlett said. It wasn’t an accusation. It was a key, turning in a lock Ivy didn’t know she had. -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...
They stayed like that, wrapped in the velvet dark, two women who had spent years pretending to be someone else’s fantasy. But this—the quiet, the rain, the forbidden pull—this was only theirs.
“I know,” Ivy whispered.
“So did you,” Ivy replied, her voice softer than she intended.
“You’re shaking,” Scarlett murmured against her skin. “For the first time in my career,” Ivy
Ivy’s heart hammered against her ribs. So did I. She took a step closer. “What line was it?”
Scarlett stood. They were inches apart now. “You were supposed to tell him you loved him. But you were looking at me.” It was a key, turning in a lock Ivy didn’t know she had
But standing here, with the scent of Scarlett’s jasmine perfume cutting through the stale air, Ivy realized the tragedy wasn't fiction.
Scarlett Sage was sitting on an old prop trunk, her costume’s sequins catching the ghost of a distant streetlamp. She wasn’t drinking. She was just there , looking small despite the armor of her stage persona.