Aria's POV
"Peter Clinton?"
A genuine smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I looked him up and down, taking in the sharp lines of his black suit and the gold frames perched on his nose.
Gone was the shy, bumbling intern who used to hide behind thick glasses and piles of case files. This Peter looked confident, self-assured even.
He furrowed his brows briefly as he watched me, a flicker of sadness, flashing through his eyes. I could tell what he was thinking. He was probably wondering why I looked so different from my usual self.
He eventually smiled at me, his eyes gleaming with the same earnest warmth I remembered, and something in my chest loosened.
I honestly never thought I'd see him again.
Back when I'd still had my job…Peter had been the nervous new intern no one t
