Aria's leg bounced beneath the layers of silk and tulle, the movement so rapid it made her entire body vibrate like a tuning fork. She pressed her palm against her thigh, trying to still the tremor, but her muscles seemed to have developed a mind of their own. The nervous energy coursed through her system like electricity, making her feel simultaneously wired and exhausted."Get it together," she whispered to her reflection in the ornate hotel room mirror. "You're overreacting."But the words felt hollow, unconvincing even to her own ears. Her reflection stared back with wide eyes that couldn't quite hide the panic lurking beneath the surface. The makeup artist had done incredible work—her skin looked porcelain smooth, her eyes dramatic and sultry, her lips the perfect shade of rose that complemented the dress. She looked every inch the radiant bride-to-be.She looked like a woman in love on her wedding day.The irony made her stomach twist into knots."You're a fucking CEO of a maj
The amber liquid burned its way down Ethan's throat, leaving a trail of fire that matched the churning in his stomach. He stared at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, noting how the dim lighting made the shadows under his eyes look like bruises. The man staring back at him looked hollow, defeated—not exactly the image of a groom on the eve of his wedding.The bar was the kind of place that didn't ask questions. Dark wood, darker lighting, and the sort of clientele that minded their own business. Ice clinked against glass as Ethan lifted his whiskey for another sip, the sound sharp in the relative quiet of the evening crowd.He couldn't believe this was what he was doing. Tomorrow was his wedding—his own damn wedding—and here he sat, drowning his sorrows like some cliché from a bad movie. The irony wasn't lost on him that most grooms spent their last night of freedom celebrating, while he felt like he was attending his own wake.His mind drifted, unwillingly, inevitably, b
The glow from Aria's laptop screen cast harsh shadows across her face as she scrolled through what felt like the hundredth article about her upcoming wedding. The headlines were all variations of the same theme: "Business Heiress to Wed Tomorrow," "The Wedding of the Century," "Love Conquers All for Lin-Luo Power Couple."She took another sip of her lukewarm coffee and clicked on a gossip blog that had somehow obtained exclusive photos from their dinner date. The images made her stomach twist—there was something intimate about seeing herself through a stranger's lens, captured in moments she'd thought were private.The comments section was a digital battlefield of opinions from people who'd never met her but felt entitled to judge every aspect of her life.*@LindsayLoves2019: OMG they're SO perfect together! The way he looks at her in that restaurant pic... I'm literally crying 😭💕**@TruthTellerXX: Another fake marriage for publicity. Rich people don't marry for love, wake up peop
The restaurant's door chimed with a familiar melody, and Aria looked up to see Mia weaving through the tables with the grace of someone who owned every room she entered. Her friend's auburn hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the windows, and her emerald green dress hugged her curves in a way that made several male diners pause mid-conversation.Mia slid into the booth across from Aria, her designer handbag landing on the seat beside her with a soft thud. Her eyes were bright with barely contained excitement, like a child who'd been promised candy and was finally getting it."Sorry I'm late," Mia said, though her tone suggested she wasn't sorry at all. "Traffic was murder, and I had to stop by the boutique to check on my alterations." She signaled the waiter with a subtle gesture. "Champagne, please. We're celebrating.""Celebrating what exactly?" Aria asked, though the warmth creeping up her neck suggested she already knew the answer."Oh, don't play coy with me." Mia'
The hot water cascaded over Aria's shoulders, washing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering embarrassment from breakfast. Steam filled the marble bathroom, creating a cocoon of privacy where she could finally think clearly. Her parents' teasing echoed in her mind, mixing with the memory of that newspaper photo until she felt dizzy from more than just the heat.She pressed her forehead against the cool tiles, letting the water run down her back. Seven days. The wedding was in seven days, and now the entire city knew about the kiss that had turned her carefully ordered world upside down.When she finally stepped out, wrapping herself in a plush towel, Aria caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, her lips still slightly swollen from last night's encounter. The woman staring back at her looked different somehow—softer, more vulnerable than the composed businesswoman she worked so hard to maintain.She couldn't go to work looking like this.
The shrill ring of her phone cut through Aria's dreams like a knife through silk. She groaned and buried her face deeper into her pillow, hoping whoever was calling would take the hint and try again later. Much later. Like next week.But the ringing persisted, drilling into her skull with the determination of a construction worker. Her hand fumbled blindly across the nightstand, knocking over her water glass and sending her jewelry box clattering before finally finding the offending device."Hello?" Her voice came out as a croak, thick with sleep and confusion."ARIA LIN, YOU ABSOLUTE SNAKE!"Mia's voice exploded through the speaker with enough force to make Aria jerk the phone away from her ear. Even at arm's length, her best friend's shriek was loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood."Mia?" Aria squinted at the clock on her nightstand, trying to make sense of the blurry numbers. "What time is it? Why are you screaming at me?""DON'T YOU 'WHAT TIME IS IT' ME!" Mia's voice pitc