Aria's POV
Monday morning, I finally stepped through the sleek glass doors of Silver Star Studio. Standing in the bustling lobby, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over me.
When Jane first launched this business, I was still a university student balancing textbooks and dreams.
Time had flown, and what started as a cramped, chaotic startup had grown into one of the most prestigious, trend-setting design studios in the entire werewolf territory.
The office floors required a secure keycard to access.
I didn't want to bother Jane by making her come down to fetch me, so I figured I'd just wait by the turnstiles for another employee to walk past and slip in behind them.
Right on cue, a woman wrapped in a luxurious cashmere coat clicked past me on stilettos.
She scanned her card, b
