Aria's POV
I'd barely stepped through my apartment door when my phone buzzed.
Lucas's message lit up the screen: [Nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll pick you up. Time to show you what Vincent actually left you.]
I stared at those words for a long moment before typing back: [Okay.]
Honestly, I hadn't fully processed any of this. Inheritance rights, estates, stock shares—these words felt like they'd jumped out of someone else's life story, completely foreign to mine.
But whether I was ready or not, tomorrow was coming.
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The next morning, Lucas showed up at my door right on time.
He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, a warm smile on his face. "Ready?"
"Honestly? Not even close." I grabbed my bag and followed him out. "But I guess I don't really have a ch
