Since Isabella couldn't hate her sponsor, she could only vent all her anger on the culprit behind everything - Aria Grant.
She thought about the variety show her former agent... no, it should be an assistant now, had mentioned. It seemed like Aria Grant would also be participating?
Aria was packing her belongings at home, while Ivy followed closely behind her.
"Mom, are you really going to participate in a cooking variety show?" Ivy looked at the suitcase lying in the bedroom and felt a headache coming on.
"Yes, haven't I already told you?" Aria's hands continued working as she answered Ivy's question, all the while thinking about whether she should hire an assistant.
Ivy didn't know where her mother's confidence came from, thinking that she could participate in a cooking show. "Mom, promise me you won't go to the kitchen easily, okay?" Although Aria's cooking wouldn't kill anyone, the taste - if there was anything else to eat, Ivy would never touch her mother's cooking!
