The foyer was painfully silent after the elevator doors clicked shut.
Aria stood glued to the marble floor, her fingers gripping her black clutch so tightly her knuckles turned white. Damien was standing just a few feet away, holding the bouquet of white peonies and the container of fresh strawberries. He looked entirely too good. The tailored black tuxedo fit his broad shoulders to perfection, and the crisp white shirt made his silver hair pop under the warm foyer lights.
Aria swallowed hard, her throat feeling like sandpaper.
She wasn't going to cave. She had a point to make. He had kept massive, life-altering secrets from her, and she was currently administering the silent treatment to ensure he never did it again.
Aria lifted her chin, staring stubbornly at a spot on the wall just past his left ear. She took a deliberate step to the side, fully intending to gracefully bypass him and head for the lobby.
