ARIA
I wake to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the disorienting realization that I'm in a bed that costs more than most people's cars.
Dante's penthouse. My temporary home.
My new reality.
My phone shows 6:47 AM. In just over two hours, I'll walk back into Ashford Global...not as Marcus Kane's naive fiancée, but as Dante Ashford's soon-to-be wife.
The irony isn't lost on me.
I shower in the guest bathroom, which is larger than my entire apartment bedroom. The water pressure is perfect, the towels are heated, and there's a selection of high-end toiletries that probably cost more than my monthly beauty budget.
I could get used to this.
No. I can't think like that. This is temporary. One year. Then I take my money and disappear.
When I emerge, wrapped in a plu
