The next morning felt painfully awkward. Aria realized that the moment she stepped into the dining room and found Lucien already seated at the long marble table, reading through several documents while black coffee sat untouched beside him. He looked composed. Cold. Perfectly controlled. As if he hadn’t kissed her like he was starving only hours ago. Aria stopped near the doorway, suddenly unsure what to do with herself.Lucien glanced up briefly. “You’re late.” That was it.No mention of the kiss. No lingering tension in his voice. Nothing.Confusion twisted painfully inside her chest. “Oh,” she said quietly. “Sorry.” Lucien returned his attention to the papers immediately.The distance between them felt sharper than before. More deliberate. Aria slowly sat down across from him while staff quietly placed breakfast on the table. Silence stretched heavily.Usually she would’ve snapped something sarcastic just to break the tension. But now?Now she just felt hurt. Because last night had
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