POV: Aria
The morning after the gala, I found Dominic in the kitchen.
He stood at the counter, coffee in hand, reading something on his phone. He was already dressed, in control, pretending last night hadn't happened.
I walked in without knocking. Rosa took one look at my face and disappeared into the pantry.
Dominic looked up. "You're up early."
"We need to talk."
He set down his phone. Studied my face for a moment, then nodded toward the table. "Sit."
I didn't sit. I stood across from him, arms crossed, heart pounding.
"Who is Sofia to you?"
His expression didn't change. "My assistant."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's the answer."
I stepped closer. "She approached me last night, at the gala. While you were across the room talking to someone."
Dominic's jaw tightened. "What
