Lucien POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It was becoming a problem.
During meetings, I caught myself remembering the way Aria smiled when she forgot to be guarded. At dinner with my parents, I found myself staring at waitresses who looked nothing like her and feeling irritated anyway.
It made no sense.
I barely knew her.
Yet every evening, my car somehow ended up parked outside Rosewood Bistro.
“Pathetic,” Damien muttered from the passenger seat as we arrived again.
I ignored him.
The moment I entered the restaurant, my eyes searched for her automatically.
And found her instantly.
Aria stood behind the counter arguing softly with the chef while holding a small notebook against her chest. Her hair was tied loosely tonight, though strands still escaped around her face.
She
