Aria's pov
Since I'd never been to Paris before, the culture shock hit me harder than expected. My nightmares had eased up a bit in the unfamiliar environment, but my insomnia was worse than ever.
At least I was busy. Too busy to think.
I'd decided to add two new pieces to my collection. I wasn't necessarily gunning for an award, but deep down, I wanted one badly.
I secured the last stitch, snipped the thread, and hung the finished garment on the mannequin. After carefully ironing the blue evening gown, I stepped back to admire my work.
By the time I finished, it was past eight. My stomach growled loudly. I hadn't eaten dinner. Hell, I'd skipped lunch too.
After several days of hotel room service, I was sick of French cuisine. All that steak and roasted meat. What I rea
