Aria's pov
I don’t go to events like this to be seen. I go to control what people think they see. And right now, they were observing me.
The moment I stepped out of the car, all eyes fell on me like I was an artwork for exhibition.
I straightened my back and smoothed my dress. Max came up beside me. His hand brushed the small of my back.
“Relax,” he murmured under his breath.
I almost smiled.
“I am relaxed.”
A man approached us first as we walked inside the power filled room. He had a sharp suit and even sharper eyes. I knew him: Victor Hale.
“Max,” he said, shaking hands before turning his gaze to me. “And you must be the woman everyone is talking about.”
“People talk too much,” I said smoothly.
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “Only when something is worth the breat
