Aria's POV
"Zion just said he's pulling the plug. Crescent Co. won't be providing any gowns for us," Aron spat, slamming his phone down on the desk.
His scent flared instantly—a sharp surge of burning cedar that made my nose twitch.
He looked between Elena and me, his breathing heavy with barely contained fury.
Elena let out a faint, hollow laugh, pulling the corners of her mouth tight.
"Fine. Forget it, then." She sank deeper into the plush studio couch, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'll just wear something from a past season. It's only to make a red carpet appearance."
"No way in hell!" Aron barked, his voice rising in frustration. "How can you show up in an outdated dress? Do you have any idea what the media will do to you? The critics will tear you apart!"
"Hey, calm dow
