Aria had barely gotten back home when her phone buzzed. She didn’t even have to check the screen — she already knew.

Vivienne.

She smirked, took a lazy sip of her iced coffee, and swiped to answer.

“Good morning, my dearest sister,” she said, voice dripping with fake sweetness.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Vivienne’s voice hissed through the phone, sharp enough to cut glass. “You went behind my back, Aria! You had no right to meet with Mr. Reed!”

Aria twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Oh, I had every right, Viv. It’s called being proactive. You know, something you only do when Daddy’s watching.”

“Don’t...