Aria's POV
I woke up early to a text from Julian about a voice recording gig he'd lined up for me. The studio wasn't far, but traffic in this city could be unpredictable. By the time I finished recording and made it back home, it was already past three in the afternoon.
"Three takes and they were satisfied," I muttered to myself, still riding the high of easy money as I changed into fresh clothes and splashed some water on my face.
With a few hours to kill before dinner, I headed to the music room. The grand piano beckoned me, its polished surface gleaming under the soft afternoon light streaming through the windows. I lost myself in the music, my fingers dancing across the keys until my shoulders started to ache from sitting in one position for too long.
After two hours of p
