Aria
Bella lounged on my couch in an oversized hoodie and matching sweatpants, her legs spread out in front of her as I poured us each a fresh glass of wine in the kitchen. It was a peaceful Friday night, despite everything.
The memory of Darren’s almost-kiss still lingered, but he had respected my wishes and kept a distance between us at work today. And besides, I was still processing everything he had told me last night. Come Monday, I was sure things would be back to normal.
Hopefully.
“So let me get this straight,” Bella said as I handed her a glass. “You took care of his puppy eighteen years ago, randomly kissed him in a bar a month ago, and you’re working for him now?” When I nodded, she scoffed and shook her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that fate was
