Aria's POV
I turned the key in the lock and stepped into my apartment building still carrying the heavy knot from lunch with Isabella. I hadn't decided anything yet. Not what to do with what she told me or whether to say a word to Dominic. For twenty minutes in the elevator I had even forgotten we had plans tonight.
Then I saw him.
Dominic stood right there at my door, holding a bouquet of soft pink peonies. My favorite. The ones he always remembered.
"Beautiful women should have beautiful things," he said, voice low and warm as he held them out to me.
“ Awwn, Dominic” I took the flowers, their petals cool against my palm. This is what it looks like. This is what real feels like. The thought hit me so hard it almost knocked the breath out of me.
"Come in," I said, my voice steadier
