ARIA'S POV
When Aria returned to her room, she found her small closet had been transformed. Three elegant dresses hung there, each more beautiful than the last. Designer labels. Perfect fits. Clearly chosen specifically for her.
There were also shoes. Jewelry. Everything she'd need.
Lucy appeared in her doorway, eyes wide. "Holy shit. Are those.....is that Valentino?"
"I think so?" Aria touched one of the dresses....deep emerald silk that felt like water.
"He's really going all out." Lucy shook her head in amazement. "Sarah, I've worked here for two years and I've never seen him do anything like this. He's....god, he's really fallen for you, hasn't he?"
"I don't know," Aria whispered. But she did know. Could feel it in every gesture, every gift, every moment of tenderness.
He was falling for her.
And she was falling for him.
Which made what she was planning to do even more devastating.
