Aria’s POV
I stepped into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.
The faint scent of Ethan’s cologne still lingered in the air from earlier, and my heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when I thought about him.
Tonight was our night. Where we didn't have to work or face any drama.
On the bed lay the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen, it was soft peach silk, elegant and feminine, the kind of gown that made you feel like a princess. A single red rose rested on top, and beside it, a small note in Ethan’s handwriting.
*For tonight. You’ll look perfect. —E*
My cheeks warmed. He’d thought of me. Planned this. I lifted the dress carefully, already imagining how the fabric would skim my skin, how his eyes would light up when he saw me.
Then I saw the tear, it was so l
