In the middle of the night, Charlotte Allison and Ivy Price watched as the arranged vehicle took David Blair and George Allison to the airport, and then Ivy drove Charlotte home.
Ivy glanced at Charlotte through the rearview mirror, took a deep breath, and spoke:
"Mr. Allison... did you figure out..."
"Figure out that I have a crush on my senior?"
The confession of an unspoken crush was unbearably bitter.
Ivy had worked with Charlotte for many years, and it was easy to see that Charlotte's care for her in this matter went above and beyond.
Just like today, when Charlotte specifically called her over to meet George Allison before he went abroad.
Her favoritism was blatant, while Ivy was merely struggling to express herself.
"Yes." Charlotte nodded. She had never thought of hiding the fact that she knew, just like she didn't conceal her support for Ivy.
