ARIA
By the time we got back to the office, the sun was already dipping behind the city skyline. I was halfway through sorting out emails when Knox entered my office.
“Get your things. We’re leaving.”
I looked up from my desk, confused. “Leaving for what?”
“The gala,” he said, already buttoning his jacket.
“Oh—right.” I stood quickly. “I’ll just rush home and change—”
“No.” His tone was firm “There’s no time. You’re representing Grey Enterprise tonight, and you need to look the part.”
“I have clothes,” I replied but he gave me a flat look that said not good enough. And that was that.
The drive to the boutique was quiet, just the low hum of the engine and his calm breathing beside me. When the car stopped, I stared out the window at the elegant gold letters glowing above the glass d
