Aria's POV
I'd just finished paying for the sapphire cufflinks when I felt it—that prickle of awareness that told me I wasn't alone anymore.
The sales associate handed me the beautifully wrapped box with a warm smile. "All set, ma'am. I hope he loves them."
"Thank you," I said, taking the branded bag and turning toward the exit.
That's when I saw them.
Ethan and Clara, walking through the entrance arm in arm like they owned the damn place.
We were less than ten feet apart. All three of us froze.
I recovered first, letting my gaze drop pointedly to their intertwined hands.
Ethan's reaction was immediate. He dropped Clara's hand like it had scalded him and took two steps toward me, his face going pale.
"Aria," he said, his voice tight with panic. "What are you do
