“Go get dressed.”
Aria blinked at him from where she was still sitting on his lap, her head just slightly pulled back so she could look at his face.
“What?” she asked.
Adrian didn’t repeat himself immediately. He just held her gaze for a second, like he expected her to catch up on her own.
“Get dressed,” he said again, calm. “We’re going out.”
Her brows pulled together.
“Out? Where?”
“You’ll see.”
That wasn’t helpful.
Aria hesitated for a moment, studying him, trying to figure out if this was one of his usual controlling decisions or something else.
“Now?” she asked.
“Yes. Now.”
She exhaled slowly.
Part of her didn’t feel like going anywhere. She had just cried, her eyes probably still looked swollen, and her mood had only just started to settle.
But another part of her—
The
