Aria's POV
I got home earlier than usual today. By the time I'd showered and changed, it was barely eight o'clock.
I'd stopped by the grocery store on impulse and picked up ingredients for a proper meal.
Originally, I'd planned to invite Damian over for dinner.
But when we talked on the phone earlier, he told me he'd flown to the capital for meetings this afternoon and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
Fine. If he couldn't make it, I'd cook something nice just for myself. I deserved it after the day I'd had.
I made several dishes—small, refined plates that paired beautifully with a drink. Which reminded me... I mixed myself a cocktail, something strong and blue.
The exact same shade as the one I'd made for Damian that night.
I took a sip. The taste was sharp, bitin
