Aria's pov
The cold night air stung my skin as I followed Alpha Damien into the boutique.
My mind was already doing math.
One designer dress could cost more than a month of my rent, and the thought made me want to turn around.
I'd rather live on instant noodles for a week than waste that kind of money on something I'd wear once.
Alpha Damien must have noticed my hesitation.
His eyes met mine, and a small, knowing smirk curved his mouth.
"It's on the company," he said.
The moment we stepped inside, the boutique staff swarmed around Alpha Damien like moths to a flame.
Their smiles told me everything—they knew exactly who paid their bills.
He was clearly a regular customer.
The room smelled like perfume and money.
Silk rustled, champagne bubbled in tall g
