Aria's POV
That evening, I wrapped up my work at V&A Group early so I could drive Damian to the airport.
He had a week-long business trip starting tonight, and while he'd insisted I didn't need to see him off—he had a private jet, after all, it was perfectly convenient—I'd refused to budge.
A whole week without seeing him. I wanted every extra minute I could get.
But the moment I arrived, I realized my presence was making it harder for him to leave.
We grabbed a quick dinner at the airport lounge, something simple and quiet. I kept glancing at my watch, finally reminding him gently that we needed to head to the gate soon.
Damian stared at me for a long moment, then reached out and took my hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond ring glittering on my finger.
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