Aria's Pov
I was still seated on the edge of the bed when she appeared like she had stepped straight out of a glossy magazine and into Ethan’s life without asking for permission.
Her hair was a deep, expensive shade of red, the kind that didn’t come from a box but from a stylist who charged more than most people’s rent. Her dress clung to her like it was tailored onto her body, silk and confidence and entitlement all sewn together. Everything about her screamed wealth, attention, I belong wherever I stand.
She wrapped herself around Ethan like she had done it a thousand times before.
Her manicured finger lifted, pointing straight at me.
“And who,” she asked, her lips curling slightly as her eyes swept over me in open assessment, “is that?”
Her arm tightened around Ethan’s waist, pos
