Aria slammed the door of the rented black limousine shut, trapping a hyperventilating Zoe inside before she could make a run for it.
"Just breathe!" Aria whispered through the cracked, tinted window. "I will text you everything! You are going to be fine!"
"I feel like am going to throw up!" Zoe shrieked back, clutching her hot-pink Jacquemus micro-bag to her chest like a life preserver.
"I'll be right behind you!"
Aria stepped back, waving the chauffeur off. She watched the long, sleek limousine merge into the bustling evening traffic.
Aria headed back home, going as fast as she could convince Richard to drive.
By the time she stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer of the Sinclair penthouse, her heart was hammering a rapid, frantic rhythm against her ribs.
The living room was empty.
Aria paused, dropping her keys onto the console table.
