ARIA
Three days pass in a blur of wedding preparations, work meetings, and the strange domesticity of living with Dante.
He leaves early for the office...usually before I wake up. Returns late, often after nine. But when we're together, there's a new awareness between us. A tension that's both exciting and terrifying.
We haven't slept together since that first night. Haven't even kissed since the photo shoot.
It's like we're both afraid that one touch will shatter whatever fragile understanding we've reached.
On Thursday evening, Lily appeared at my office with several garment bags.
"For tomorrow night," she explains. "Mr. Ashford asked me to have these sent over. The gala is black tie, and he thought you might want options."
"What gala?"
Lily blinks. "The Ashford Foundation Annual
