ARIA'S POV
I stare up at the towering glass skyscraper of King Atelier. The building is breathtaking—a sleek masterpiece of white marble, brushed steel, and massive glass windows catching the bright sunlight.
My dream building. Very soon, I’ll be surpassing these heights.
The revolving door opens into a lobby that feels like stepping into a magazine.
White is everywhere, broken up by soft gold fixtures and displays of fabrics and campaign images along the walls. The air smells subtle and clean. Everything about this global fashion empire screams luxury and grace.
Noah has really achieved it.
I walk to the front desk, and one of the receptionists looks up with a warm, professional smile. "Welcome to King Atelier. How may I help you today?"
"I have an appointment. Aria Sinclair, two
