Ayla's POV
A moment of silence followed Mrs. Aaron's question. It was not uncomfortable. It was thoughtful.
"Yes," I said finally. "I am currently working in the industry."
I did not rush to add anything else.
Mrs. Aaron's eyes stayed on me, steady and assessing. Not intrusive. Not demanding. Just observant.
"That explains the way you speak," she said. "It shows you're talking from experience. Not just knowing how things should be, but understanding them because you are living in it."
Mr. Aaron nodded once in agreement, his attention never leaving his wife's face.
"I work with Solaria," I added calmly. "Solaria Manhattan."
This time, the pause was heavier.
Mrs. Aaron leaned back slightly, her expression shifting into something more complex. Not dislike. Not approval either. Recognition.
"Solaria?" she repeated softly.
"Yes," I said. "Solaria Manhattan. One of the largest, most luxurious, and highly rated hotels in New York."
I did not hide the pride in my voice.
