Chapter 2499
“Isn’t that Mara? Why on earth is her picture here?” Ivy asked.
Balfour furrowed in confusion.
Ivy felt a twinge of annoyance. Today, only a handful of people had come by, and apart from Mara, who else would slip the photo under her pillow?
Just as Balfour reached to take the photo, Ivy suddenly halted him.
“Wait a sec, let me take another look at this picture. The girl doesn’t quite look like Mara.”
She scrutinized the photo, her brows knitting together. The photo was old, its edges frayed and beginning to split, even the plastic cover was peeling away.
“Look here, this girl in the picture has a mole on her cheek, but Mara doesn’t. Are you sure this is her?”
Balfour leaned in closer, saying with certainty, “That’s her sister.”
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat, a bittersweet feeling washing over her. Mara’s sister… the girl who died for Balfour.
She wished she could have known Balfour sooner, to have shared those experiences with him herself.
But alas, fate had other plans.
Balfour tactfully shifted the conversation, “Let’s not talk about others right now.”
But Ivy couldn’t shake off the strangeness of the photo.
“Give me the photo. I’ll find time to ask Mara about it. She said she wanted to bless us, to not harbor any other thoughts, but leaving her sister’s photo here seems intentional, like she’s trying to stir up trouble. I bet she hasn’t given up on you! And there’s something off about this photo. I’ll bring it to the set and have Caspian take a look; his eyes are much keener than mine.”
Caspian was the set’s ace photographer, known for his expertise in capturing stills for various productions.
He had been with Colton for years, acting as his go-to publicity photographer.
vy had once stumbled upon the art of photography in a chat with him, only to discover his prowess in the craft.
Art often speaks in universal tongues, and their discussions sometimes became so engrossing they’d forget the time and the shooting schedule. Unmindful of her costume, Ivy would squat in a corner, deeply engaged in conversation with him. When particularly inspired, Caspian would even take his camera out and demonstrate on the spot how to harness light and shadow to snap the perfect shot.
“An actor’s best asset is their bone structure, beyond the beauty of the skin. Of course, your skin is pretty exceptional too. I’ve been in this industry for years and never came across someone as photogenic as you,” Caspian would remark, genuinely impressed. For them, everything captured by the lens was a work of art, and Ivy’s face was no exception.
“Once we wrap up this film, you come find me anytime and I’ll shoot a portrait series just for you.”
Ivy was surprised. Besides shooting for Colton, Caspian wasn’t one to enjoy portrait photography, often claiming that people carried too much restlessness within them.
It was rare for him to show interest in photographing a person.
“Really?”
Her surprise was cut short when Colton slapped the back of her head, “I’ve been calling you for the past five minutes. Are you coming to shoot or not? What, you don’t wanna work anymore?”
“Ow, sorry, I didn’t catch that, my bad, Colton!”
Caspian, taking a drag from his cigarette, chuckled alongside them.
