ARIA'S POV
I arrived ten minutes early to lunch.
The window table was open so I took it, ordered water and looked at the menu I didn't need as I already knew what I was having. I'd been looking forward to this all week since she sent the message. Isabella was the kind of company that required actual presence, the kind of woman who engaged with what you said rather than waiting for her turn to speak. I didn't have many people like that.
She arrived, we ordered, and I talked about the gala, the sales, Clara's excitement, the look on Vincent's face when we sold the fifth piece.
I talked with my hands the way I always did when something mattered. I was happy and I didn't have to be careful about it.
Then Isabella put her fork down.
She needed to tell me something about Dominic.
Somethin
