Aria's POV
Beep. Beep beep.
The Maybach was blocking the garage exit. Cars had backed up behind it in a long line. In the rain, the honking was especially sharp, each blast cutting through the air.
A maintenance guy jogged over. But the second he saw Justin, he froze.
Maybe not everyone knew Damon by sight. But Justin ... Damon's right-hand man ... anyone with any status recognized him.
"Mr. Justin, what's going on here..." The property manager came up with a nervous smile.
"Per my boss's request, I'm here to ask Mrs. Hawthorne to get in the car."
Mrs. Hawthorne.
That word hit my ears like a splinter.
The property manager blinked, his gaze bouncing between me and the Maybach. He muttered to himself, "Wait, the gossip on Insta said Mr. Hawthorne was marrying some architect named Cl
