Eden Ivy Face Slap -

“Exactly,” Ivy replied. “Different because you let yourself have fun. You made it about the process, not the outcome. Let today be the same. Let it be about the process of meeting someone new, not the outcome of getting the job.”

Eden’s heart raced, but it was a good kind of race—one that felt like a leaf catching the wind. She glanced at the corner of the room where a small potted ivy sat, its tendrils reaching for the light. The memory of Ivy’s playful slap lingered, not as a sting, but as a gentle nudge, urging her to trust herself. eden ivy face slap

“Eden,” Ivy said gently, “you’re already brilliant. You don’t need a rehearsed speech. Just be yourself.” “Exactly,” Ivy replied

Eden laughed softly, the sound mingling with the rustle of the ivy outside the window. “And sometimes it’s a reminder that you’re not alone, no matter how big the challenge.” Let today be the same

“Okay,” Eden managed between chuckles, “that was… unexpected. Thanks for the… wake‑up call.”

Eden took a sip, the warmth spreading through her. “I think I did,” she replied, a genuine grin spreading across her face.