Chapter 32 Aria Confronts Lyla

The bathroom was filled with a soft haze of steam as Aria stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silk strap of her dress. The evening had drained her, and even the warm shower hadn’t washed away the tension clinging to her like a second skin. Her thoughts swirled with confusion, about Damian, about Lyla, and about the strange feelings she couldn’t quite put into words. She reached for the towel to dry her hands when she heard a faint creak.