Aria's POV
I helped Emily into the spare powder-blue gown Elena had brought. Our builds were similar enough that it fit her perfectly.
"Thank you," Emily murmured, eyes on the borrowed dress. "I'll have it cleaned and returned."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "Isn't this what employers are supposed to do?"
She started to say something, then stopped herself. "Don't defend me in front of crowds again. Anyone connected to me ends up suffering for it."
"Why is that?"
Her words sparked my curiosity. My assistant clearly carried more baggage than I'd realized.
"You don't need to know." She climbed out of the car and walked off in the opposite direction instead of coming back with us.
Elena watched her go, puzzled. "She seems difficult—resentful, even, after you helped
