The morning came too quickly.
Aria woke at six, even though she hadn't really slept. She just stared at the ceiling… replaying every cruel word Victoria had ever said. Every dismissal, every cut, and every moment she'd been made to feel… worthless. But today was different, because today, she wasn't walking in powerless.
She got up, showered, and chose her clothes carefully. She chose the navy dress Damien had bought her last week. It was simple, elegant, and expensive.
When she emerged from the guest room, Damien was already in the kitchen. He was well suited up, with his tie placed perfectly. He looked battle-ready. He looked up when he heard her, and then he crossed the room in three strides.
"How are you?" Damien asked.
"Terrified," Aria replied.
"Good," Damien said.
She blinked.
