Aria's POV
The suite was on the third floor—spacious, elegantly furnished, and blessedly private.
Lucas led me to a walk-in closet filled with formal wear, all in various sizes.
"Take your pick," he said. "I'll wait outside."
"Thank you."
He nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the rows of dresses.
Then I pulled off Lucas's jacket and carefully stepped out of the ruined gown.
The silk pooled at my feet, torn and stained.
I felt a pang of loss. Damian had sent this dress specifically for me. It had been perfect.
And Vanessa had destroyed it out of pure spite.
I pushed the thought aside and focused on finding something new.
Most of the dresses were too flashy, too revealing, or too formal.
Finally, I fou
