JAMIE’S POV
My mouth is still open, the sentence I’d been desperate to say dying painfully in my throat.
Aria didn't even give me a second glance. She just turned on her heels, and walked out of the boutique.
Her departure was so swift, so cold, that she left nothing but the faint, familiar scent of vanilla lingering in the air.
Disappointment, cold and heavy, slashes through my chest as I stare blankly at the space where she stood seconds ago.
Meeting her here was nothing but coincidence, though I’ve been planning how to make our paths cross again ever since my P.I. team finally delivered results.
At first, they found nothing as if she had vanished from the face of the earth or if her supposed escape to Paris was just a ghost trail. But once I gave them better clues—her mother’s f
