Aria's POV
I woke to sunlight streaming through my curtains, stretching lazily as I climbed out of bed. After a quick shower, I didn't bother changing—I just threw on my favorite silk pajamas - a navy blue set that hung loosely on my frame and headed downstairs for breakfast, my mind still foggy with sleep.
The moment I stepped into our dining room, I froze. My father wasn't alone. Sitting across from him, casually sipping coffee and looking ridiculously handsome in a tailored suit, was Aiden.
My face instantly burned. Here I was in thin silk pajamas that left little to the imagination, while he looked like he'd stepped out of a business magazine cover.
When he caught sight of me in my thin pajamas, his eyes darkened perceptibly, gaze traveling down my body before quickly returning to
