-missax-ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In | Love With...

The rain was a persistent whisper against the studio window. Ivy Wolfe stood backstage, the velvet curtain a cool weight against her bare shoulder. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not like this. The after-party was in full swing on the main floor—clinking glasses, the hollow laughter of industry praise—but she had slipped away, seeking the quiet dark.

But standing here, with the scent of Scarlett’s jasmine perfume cutting through the stale air, Ivy realized the tragedy wasn't fiction. -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...

“It felt too real in there today,” Scarlett admitted, looking up. Her eyes were the color of sea glass—opaque, beautiful, impossible to fully read. “When you looked at me… I forgot my next line.” The rain was a persistent whisper against the studio window