Aria’s POVThe soft rustle of silk against my skin, as I stepped into the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, sent a thrill through me. The floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in a warm, golden radiance, casting a shimmering reflection of the chandeliers above. Tonight, I felt like I belonged he
Aria’s POVI was on the terrace of the grand ballroom, soaking in the city lights of Amsterdam, but the moment shattered as soon as I saw Shane. For a split second, surprise flashed in her eyes, mirroring my own shock, but she quickly masked it with a veneer of fake kindness.“Aria? Is that really y
Aria’s POVAs soon as I turned around, my heart still racing, I saw that it wasn't Victor but Samuel. Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Samuel smiled warmly at me and said, “Here you are.”“Samuel,” I greeted, feeling a sense of calm returning. I noticed S
Samuel’s POVAria looked absolutely stunning tonight. The way she carried herself with such natural grace and intelligence captivated everyone in the room. Earlier I had watched her from across the gala, her laughter ringing like a melody, her eyes bright with excitement as she engaged in conversati
Aria’s POVI wasn’t sure if I was overthinking it, but Pierre seemed overly enthusiastic when he came into the lounge. “Aria, I’m so glad we could chat today,” he said with a wide smile, taking a seat beside me. “I find your perspective truly fascinating. You bring a fresh energy to our discussions.
Victor’s POVI sat at my desk, staring at the screen, listening to the suppliers drone on about their latest delivery schedules and inventory projections. My fingers tapped idly on the keyboard, moving from tab to tab, making notes where necessary. I kept my expression neutral, nodding occasionally,
Aria’s POVAs I sat at the small cafe table with Tina, diving into the details of a new perfume line we were considering, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that several days had passed since the gala. Oh, thank God. No calls or messages from Shane or Pierre had disturbed the peace I was be
Aria’s POV“What is going on with you and Samuel?” Victor's voice was sharp, slicing through the air.The café fell silent as all eyes turned toward us. My heart pounded in my chest, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I hissed, then turned on my he
Aria’s POVThe ride home was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Victor’s hand rested on the gearshift, his fingers brushing mine occasionally. Each accidental touch sent a warm ripple through me, leaving me feeling both nervous and giddy. My heart was still dancing from the events of the night befo
The next morning, The sunlight streaming through the curtains was the first thing I noticed as I stirred awake. As I blinked against the light, memories of the previous night surged back like a wave, crashing over me with startling clarity. My breath hitched, and I sat up quickly, clutching the blan
Aria’s POV"Victor," I murmured breathlessly, barely recognizing my own voice. "Aria," he whispered back, his tone filled with a hunger that matched my own. His lips found mine again, urgent and unrelenting.We stumbled together through the hallway, his hands sliding beneath my blouse, fingertips s
Aria’s POVI jumped from the table, my heart still pounding in my chest, and headed toward the studio door. “Stay here,” I said softly, though my voice wavered with some nervousness and the remaining heat. The air between us still sizzled, making it almost impossible to think clearly.Carefully, I o
When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes—God, those eyes—shone with an emotion I didn’t dare put a name to just yet.I rested my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath as I spoke. “Aria… you’re everything to
Victor’s POVThe entire evening had been a cascade of emotions—love, happiness, nostalgia—and now, standing here, my heart felt like it might burst. I looked at Aria, her expression a mix of hope and nerves as she waited for my reaction. The painting, the bottles, the thought behind it all—it was ov
Aria’s POV“Still thinking of work at this hour?” he teased, his tone light and playful. “Should I be worried you’re pulling me into a midnight brainstorming session?”I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes with a laugh. “Trust me, it’s not that. Just wait. You’ll see.”We reached the entrance of my
Aria’s POVThe party was everything I didn’t know I needed. Laughter rang out like music, echoing through the beautifully decorated terrace. Friends and family filled the space, their joy infectious as they mingled, shared stories, and celebrated together. Even Jessica, who normally claimed she hate
Aria’s POVMy heart pounded as I reached for the door handle. With a shaky breath, I turned it, bracing myself for whatever lay on the other side.The cool night air greeted me as the door creaked open, and I stepped cautiously onto the terrace. My flashlight’s beam darted around the space, but ever