ARIA'S POV
The door shut, sealing us into a bubble of velvet seats and quiet, and I finally let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since the moment Sibil spilled that drink. Since Zane called me a w***e in front of cameras. Since I stood there frozen, humiliated, like some fragile thing again.
Kane didn’t say a word, he just sat there, perfect posture, his eyes trained on the window like he wasn’t part of the disaster that had just unfolded.
Meanwhile, I was vibrating.
I tapped my foot, fingers drumming against my thigh because I didn’t know what else to do.
Every part of me was buzzing with unspent rage, embarrassment, pain. And him? He sat there like a statue sculpted from indifference.
How can someone be that composed after watching me publicly unravel?
I couldn’t
