- Aria
I did not leave my room.
Not even to pretend I was a functional adult.
I lay there like a dramatic Victorian heroine who’d fainted from shame instead of mastitis, staring at the ceiling and replaying the morning on a loop I couldn’t shut off.
I remembered how Luca’s hands massaged my breasts gently.
His face turned red like he’d been caught stealing cookies.
Camilla didn't say a word, but her eyes were absolutely understanding.
I groaned and rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket over my head.
After what he did earlier, I couldnt bear to look at him today.
The twins napped. The house stayed suspiciously quiet. Even the staff seemed to sense that Luna Aria was emotionally unavailable and operating on one brain cell held together by duct tape.
My phon
