Aria POV
I sat at the bar in Inferno, flipping through the day’s photos on my laptop. Roman was in his usual spot in the corner, keeping an eye on the crowd, while Penny was slinging drinks like she’d been born for it.
Most days, I edited in the office space Roman had set up for me at his house. Sometimes, though, I needed the noise and movement around me. The chatter, the music, the clink of glasses gave my brain something else to settle on besides the hundreds of tiny decisions that came with sorting through a shoot.
Or at least that was what I told myself.
I closed the folder of photos from my shoot at the junkyard and clicked open the photos I took at Ninth Circle. I started moving through them, mentally separating them out into different categories—website photos, social media, p
