- ARIA
The car had barely come to a halt in the VIP lane when the door clicked open. I expected a valet, but instead, Secretary Kenia slid into the seat opposite us. She was holding a small professional vanity case, her eyes sharp and understanding.
She took one look at my face—and then at Luca’s slightly rumpled collar—and a slow, devious smirk spread across her lips.
"Well, well," Kenia hummed, popping open a palette of rose-colored gloss. "Looks like the 'Alpha’s ride' was a little more eventful than the itinerary planned for."
"Kenia, just fix her face," Luca grumbled, though he didn't sound nearly as scary as he usually did. He was staring out the window, looking oddly satisfied.
Kenia leaned in, her brush dancing over my lips. "You’ve got a smudge right here, Aria. V
