Aria's POV
"That's none of your business," I said coldly, turning to face him fully.
Ethan's eyes swept over me, taking in my dress, my heels, the professional way I carried myself. I watched the wheels turning in his head.
"Are you working at V&A?" His voice rose with sudden understanding. "Is that it? That's why you said you could introduce me to the heir."
I didn't answer. I didn't owe him anything.
But he was already moving closer, his expression shifting from surprise to something that looked almost like relief. Like he'd just solved a puzzle.
"Aria, that's perfect." He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away before he could touch me. "You can arrange a meeting for me. With the heir. I need to explain—there's been some kind of misunderstanding with the blacklist.
