When she woke up, it was already late. The butler came to knock on the door to ask her to come down for dinner.
Melody Thorne was scrolling through posts on her iPad as she walked down. The online situation was unfolding according to her plans; everything was under control.
Jean Gage had already uploaded photos of her mourning Ivy by the river—there were ones of her staring blankly at the water, covering her face and crying, and burning paper by the river, and even a small recording.
[Ivy, if you wanted the lead role, you could have come to me directly. Why use such an obsessed method, harming both me and yourself? I know you just wanted the lead role, but surely our years of friendship are worth more than a lead role, right? Come back, if you return, I promise I'll ask Director Irving to give you the lead role.]
That little recording was made while she was crying.
