Brandon’s POV
The luxurious bar’s dim lights blurred as I stared at the empty doorway where Aria had just disappeared, her perfectly peach dress still burned into my vision like a brand.
The way the silk clung to her body, the slit flashing leg with every step, the diamonds catching the light....she’d looked like something out of a dream I’d once had and stupidly thrown away.
She didn't smell like Jasmine, she smelt like strawberries. Maybe I was doing too make by making her smell like Amelia, but still I could not stand Aria. It was the only way I could feel closer to Amelia.
My friends’ laughter grated against my ears, low and mocking.
Ken wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning. “Damn. Your ex cleans up nice.”
Victor whistled low. “That’s not the Aria I remember.
