CLIO
Morning arrived with soft sunrays filtering through the shutters. Stretching, I relived the events of the past day, refusing to worry about being found out with Aidan. Instead, I focused on the joy of the grand piano, now holding a new meaning for me.
Dinner went smoothly after a few hiccups, ending with us scattered in the living room watching a movie. Lila, exhausted from her first day at the firm, passed out halfway through.
Later, lying in bed, I thought about the car ride with Aidan. With Michael, conversations often felt forced, as if he were molding me into his ideal. Aidan treated me as a whole person, appreciating me for who I was.
I wasn’t one of the "pretty ones" like Lila or Scarlet. Still, Aidan’s gaze made me feel like a prize—a new, intoxicating feeling.
I’d drift
