The Kiss that Sparked it All

“Do you really think Alyssa won’t see right through that store-bought gift? She’ll just think I didn’t put my heart into it.”

Deep down, Ivy was more than willing to craft something with her own hands to give to Alyssa, but such a gift might seem a bit too “modest” for someone of Alyssa’s standing.

To those high society folks, sincerity is ironically the cheapest commodity. Ivy knew she had to present something of tangible value to Alyssa to properly show her respect.

Balfour leaned in and nuzzled Ivy’s cheek, which was as soft as a baby’s skin.

He couldn’t resist doing it every time, and though Ivy playfully swatted at his face when she got fed up, her touch was so gentle it barely counted. Regardless, Balfour continued to do as he pleased, leaving Ivy to her solitary fretting.

“If you start thinking like the rest of those snobs, that’s when Grandma will truly be heartbroken. She’ll treasure whatever you give her. If you really want to show her how you feel, then put your own touch on something,” he said.

Their family had climbed the social ladder to this lofty position, and if Ivy couldn’t even do what she wanted, then what was the point of all their efforts?

Balfour had always said Ivy shouldn’t worry so much. Whatever she chose to give to Alyssa, people would clap and cheer anyway. The line of those looking to curry favor with Ivy could stretch from here to the moon.

Now, as the legitimate granddaughter-in-law of the Howard family, who would dare give her the cold shoulder?

Even if some turned their noses up at Ivy’s gift, they’d only do so behind closed doors. Those who couldn’t help but make snide remarks to her face wouldn’t be caught dead at a Howard family gathering.

With Balfour’s reassurances, Ivy sighed and said with a pout, “Alright then, I’ll knit her-a scarf. It’s been chilly when we go out lately, and she loves her strolls in the garden. A scarf could keep her warm. What do you think?”

To Balfour, nothing could represent Ivy’s sentiments better than her handiwork, but he couldn’t help but quip, “I haven’t even received a scarf you’ve knitted for me.”

Ivy just pinched his lips shut. Their romance hadn’t followed the typical path. Most couples would get to know each other, fall in love, and exchange handmade gifts. But Ivy and Balfour had skipped all that.

“I’ll knit hers first, and then we can talk about yours,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

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Balfour was quite pleased in the end, especially since Ivy’s first knitting attempt-riddled with holes and dropped stitches-was bestowed upon him as a practice piece. He wore it like a badge of honor over his suit to the Howard Group.

The employees, seeing their CEO sporting such a unique scarf, didn’t dare stare. They just wondered if this was a new high-fashion trend-chic tattered chic, perhaps?

Though they struggled to grasp the concept, the scarf did add a touch of nobility to Balfour’s attire, and he wore it with striking charm. After all, he could make even a rag look dashing.

By the time Ivy finished the scarf for Alyssa, her eightieth birthday had arrived.