Aria’s pov
Shame has a way of making you feel small.
As someone who grew up never really feeling enough, the hurt and shame I felt from Damian’s words have stuck with me. Even days later I can’t face Damian without remembering the pain I felt in his office.
Today I’m meant to attend a meeting alongside him and the others. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m putting on a black turtleneck dress that stops at my knees. The fabric is high at the throat with long sleeves. “Lena,” I hear Luca’s voice calling from the hall. “You ready yet?”
I quickly put on my earrings.
“Be out in a minute,” I say to him.
I open my bedroom door and find him standing there with coffee in his hands. He’s been doing this every day since the Damian incident.
“Morning,” he says all smiles.
“Mornin
