Aria's POV
The dinner finally came to an end. Guests slowly filtered out of the private hall, exchanging handshakes and promises to meet again.
I slipped the folded client list safely into my handbag.
That list changes everything, Lydia murmured.
If it's genuine.
You don't trust him.
"I don't trust anyone anymore." Especially not men who smiled as easily as Ryder Ashford.
"Ready?" Ryder asked as he came to my side.
"I've been ready to leave for ten minutes."
He laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."
I rolled my eyes at him. We walked through the grand entrance together, the cool night breeze immediately wrapping around us.
Lydia inhaled deeply. Fresh air. Much better than that room full of expensive perfume.
I smiled. The valet pulled Ryder's sleek black car to the entrance
