Aria's POV
"Sure.Where would you like to meet?" he asked.
"You decide," I replied.
"I'll send a car for you. Six o'clock."
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone, pulse racing.
Well. If I was going to negotiate a contract marriage with the Alpha King, I might as well look the part.
I spent the afternoon at a salon, getting my hair and makeup done. By the time I finished, it was nearly five, so I stopped by a high-end boutique nearby.
"Wow, you look absolutely stunning in that!" the saleswoman gushed as I stepped out of the dressing room.
"This dress is notoriously hard to pull off, but you look even better than the campaign model!"
I glanced at myself in the mirror.
The dress was soft lavender, floor-length and off-the-shoulder. It fit like it had been
