Roxy
"Where have you been? Ace has been freaking out!" Aiden’s sharp tone greeted me the moment I stepped into the room.
I rolled my eyes at his dramatic entrance. "I’m fine, thanks for asking," I replied dryly, grabbing the dress I had asked him to bring me and throwing it on in one swift movement.
He stood with his hand on his hip like an expectant mother, his expression a mix of concern and impatience. I gave him a bored look, unimpressed by his theatrics.
"We had a fight, so I went for a run," I said simply, deliberately leaving out the part about seeing Jace. If Aiden knew Jace was aware of Ace, he’d undoubtedly spiral into a panic and blow up my already fragile, non-existent plan. I trusted Jace, but Aiden would see it as a direct threat—one step closer to Dad finding out.
"Coul
