By six that evening, the world had learned a new name for me.
IVY CARTER, NIRVANA PRINCIPAL ANCHOR
The announcement appeared first on Vantage's private industry channel, then moved outward through entertainment feeds, financial desks, dance accounts, and people who had never cared about any of those things until the photograph included Silas Vanderbilt standing beside me.
The photograph had been taken twenty minutes earlier.
I was still wearing the black rehearsal dress Helena had brought after discovering the condition of my skirt.
Silas was still wearing the shirt I had pulled partly out of place.
No one else would notice.
I did.
"Stand closer," the photographer said.
Silas looked at him.
The photographer reconsidered his profession.
"The current distance is excellent."
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