Aria POV
I spent an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear.
Not because I thought dinner with Lucien Devereux meant anything serious.
Absolutely not.
But because every outfit I owned suddenly looked painfully cheap the moment I laid them on my bed.
“This is stupid,” I muttered while staring at my closet.
In the end, I chose the simplest option—a soft black dress that reached my knees and the silver necklace my mother once owned.
Elegant enough.
Hopefully.
My nerves only worsened when I heard a car stop outside my apartment building.
I peeked through the window.
And nearly stopped breathing.
A black luxury car waited below like something out of a movie.
Of course Lucien wouldn’t drive something normal.
My stomach twisted.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Maybe girls like
