Ivy cursed silently, her eyes widening in horror. Her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of the stranger to be mindful of her disguise. Now her hood had slipped off, her identity exposed.

"I messed up," I muttered, sighing in frustration as the girls bombarded her with excited questions.

"Are you really Ivy, the movie star?" one of them squealed, her voice piercing the air as she bounced up and down.

"Oh my god, I love your movies!" another fan exclaimed.

Ivy's face burned with embarrassment as she hastily tried to adjust her disguise, but it was too late. The damage was done.

"Can I get a selfie with you?"...