LOGIN“And now…” The host paused, allowing the anticipation to build. “Our final presentation before the close of this evening.” The ballroom fell silent. Even those who had spent the evening chatting absentmindedly straightened in their seats. From behind the curtains, a model emerged with measured steps. The spotlight found her immediately. A collective breath swept through the room. Around her neck rested a necklace unlike anything Aria had ever seen. It wasn’t merely beautiful. It was breathtaking. At its heart floated a flawless pear-shaped blue diamond, so vivid it seemed to hold the color of the evening sky moments before nightfall. Surrounding it was a cascade of smaller white diamonds, each stone meticulously graduated in size, creating the illusion that the central gem had burst into fragments of light. The platinum framework beneath was almost invisible, giving the impression that the diamonds floated effortlessly against the model’s skin. She searched fo
It seemed where they'd been wasn't the main banquet, The guests were now seated in a large hall. The only difference between that hall and the one they were in previously was a glass demarcation. Everyone was already seated in what could easily be understood as an obvious hierarchy. The ladies who tried to bully her earlier were at the back, some older men including Isabella father were seated at the middle of the group and at the very front was Miss Rothewell, and surprisingly Grandfather Grey. Between the two at the very center were two empty seats. Aria didn't need to think over it as Roman was already walking over. As she was led over, she pondered on who exactly Grandfather Grey was for him to be seated there. Once Roman was seated as though they were waiting for him, the event started. Rows and rows of jewelry was brought in. Arias eyes sparkled as she sat glued to each piece. The conversations gradually faded as the lights dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated
The sound of her voice left the room silent and the other girls in a state of panic, particularly Miss Chloe Carter. “I was just trying to educate her on proper gala etiquette. I didn't want her to embarrass the Rothwell family” “Really?, So you think my family is so easily embarrassed” she responded, her lips raised slightly. I didn't mean that, forgive me. If Aria thought she was flustered earlier, at that point Chloe was having a full-blown panic attack. At that time Aria used the opportunity to have a proper look at the daughter of the Rothwell family. She was young, with porcelain skin and a posture so poised it felt rehearsed. Her charm was a dominating elegance and somewhat reminded her of Roman. “Are you ok?” Aria realised the conversation had turned to her. “I'm alright, thank you”, she said glancing at Chloe who had broken out in a sweat probably considering her choices. “You can head to the rooms, you'll find a decent change of clothes” Miss Rothwell sa
The gala that she’d signed herself up for, put her in a crisis. I have nothing to wear, how am I gonna look presentable? Just when it felt as though her thoughts would explode out of her head, someone knocked on the door. A maid whom she recognized as Mara dropped a box. Aria raised an eyebrow at the scowl on her face. Well, if she thought of her as a proud vixen, she might as well fit herself fully into that role. “From who?”, she asked making her voice as proud as possible, looking down at her through her nose. Mara looked angry enough to have a heart attack, almost making Aria break her role. “From Miss Isabella,” after saying that she left as quickly as she could. Why would she send me a dress? This can’t be a trick… right?. She opened the box and inside was a beautiful peach colored silk gown,. It had a deep V-cut and was adorned with lovely pearls. It was positively the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. With a newfound excitement, Aria put on the dress
She opened her eyes, blinking to ease the sleepiness away. The blanket was the first thing she noticed. Ah”, she gasped sitting up quickly. She looked around, but was met with a space, he wasn’t here. Aria curled into herself, running her hand through her hair exasperatedly. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep last night. He would get mad right, he couldn’t be that petty, Could he? Resigned, she stood to her feet, went to brush her teeth, and get ready for the day. Making sure to keep the night gown properly to return to Agnes. Just as she was heading down to get breakfast, she heard a voice from below. It sounded sickeningly sycophantic, the owner clearly a woman with a mission. Unease curled its way into Arias's chest. Roman Knight although well known and feared by others, was someone nobody knew about his private life. How could I be so stupid, she thought. She hadn’t asked if he was in a relationship already, or worse if he was married. How could sh
With a pounding heart, she rushed into the house. The anticipation was intense. “Miss, you are back. Go freshen up and come have something to eat dear, I made my specialty, a delicious beef roast.” As Aria sat to eat, her mind wandered back to what transpired in the car, his beautiful eyes, his commanding yet magical tone, and most of all, that toes-curling kiss that had her questioning every reality she thought she knew until now. “Are you okay dear?, Your face seems a little red.” Agnes came in from the kitchen holding the last dish, from what she'd prepared. Could you be running a fever?, Victor! She called out. I'm fine Agnes, she said, quickly covering her cheeks that were burning up. She hadn't realised how far her thoughts had strayed. Okay, then I'll have Victor get some medicine. The weather might make one weak easily. The rest of the meal went by in silence. Agnes retired earlier to the kitchen leaving Aria to her own thoughts. After dinner, she went bac
Aria’s footsteps echoed softly against the polished hallway as she sprinted out of the club, her bag clutched tightly in her hands. Every step sounded louder than it should.Her chest heaved with each breath, sweat slicking her palms, and the weight of last night’s chaos still pressed against her l
Aria’s breath came fast as she pushed herself back across the mattress.“Don’t touch me.”Her voice shook despite the sharpness of the words, her eyes narrowed.She kept her eyes leveled with his, while looking around for any weapon.It just so happened that at a time like this, the only possible w
The tray felt heavier than it should have.Aria balanced it carefully as she followed Lena down the dim corridor lined with towering black doors polished to a mirror sheen, thin lines of white light tracing their edges.The glossy floor reflected every step, and the quiet glow along the walls made
The café smelled like burnt sugar and overbrewed coffee, a scent that had soaked so deeply into the walls that no amount of cleaning could ever remove it. It lingered in the air like a stubborn memory, clinging to the wooden counters, the chipped ceramic mugs, and the faded curtains by the narrow







