He signed her up on a Tuesday.
On Wednesday, she learned about it when the cream-colored envelope with the crest of Harlow Institute, one of the top three fashion design schools in New York and by the way, the one she had marked in a magazine at seventeen, then folded and carefully kept in the last drawer without mentioning it to anyone, arrived at the penthouse. Adrian had silently put the envelope on the kitchen island, already dressed and leaving for work. She opened the envelope and read the letter twice. "You enrolled me, " she said. He stood in the doorway. "You said you wanted to go." "I said I had been thinking about it." "Yes, " he said. "And then I enrolled you." He looked at his watch. "Orientation is Friday. Marianna will have the car ready at eight." He left. Aria sat with t
