The floor thudded dully with every step Aria took towards the villa library, echoing with a grave silence that threatened to make her crash out.
She had always been an arsonist, right from when she was ten and discovered that curtains burned pretty.
Arthur had corrected it to no avail, and when he noticed it seemed to be her passion, he let her be, and simply…mobilized her talents to other places it was needed in.
He got a creative way to get rid of his enemies without evidence, and Aria got to exorcise the spirit of fire inside her. It had reduced greatly when she started designing, which confused her as to why he had brought her back from France to marry Aston.
She couldn’t disobey him. But he should have been smart enough to know her life in France was the only thing standing betw
