Aria POV
Something changed after Lucien's mother visited the bistro.
I couldn't explain it.
Maybe it was the way she had looked at me.
Or maybe it was the feeling that I had somehow stepped into a world where I didn't belong.
Either way, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The next evening, I found myself making mistakes at work.
Twice, I nearly mixed up orders.
Once, I accidentally poured tea into a coffee cup.
"Okay," Mia said, crossing her arms. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"You're a terrible liar."
I sighed.
Mia lowered her voice.
"Is it because of the rich guy's mother?"
My hand froze.
So it wasn't just me.
Even Mia had noticed.
"I don't know," I admitted quietly.
"She looked at you like she was inspecting merchandise."
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Instead, I
