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

Ivy’s heart hammered against her ribs. So did I. She took a step closer. “What line was it?”

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. -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...

And when the party upstairs finally faded to a hum, they walked out together, not as co-stars, not as a scene, but as two people terrified and thrilled by the same impossible truth: Ivy’s heart hammered against her ribs

“You’re shaking,” Scarlett murmured against her skin. “What line was it

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.

Scarlett stood. They were inches apart now. “You were supposed to tell him you loved him. But you were looking at me.”

Scarlett’s breath hitched. “Then we’re in trouble.”