Chapter 23

Aria's POV I woke to sunlight streaming through my curtains, stretching lazily as I climbed out of bed. After a quick shower, I didn't bother changing—I just threw on my favorite silk pajamas - a navy blue set that hung loosely on my frame and headed downstairs for breakfast, my mind still foggy with sleep. The moment I stepped into our dining room, I froze. My father wasn't alone. Sitting across from him, casually sipping coffee and looking ridiculously handsome in a tailored suit, was Aiden. My face instantly burned. Here I was in thin silk pajamas that left little to the imagination, while he looked like he'd stepped out of a business magazine cover. When he caught sight of me in my thin pajamas, his eyes darkened perceptibly, gaze traveling down my body before quickly returning to my face. "Good morning," he said, voice deeper than usual. Heat rushed to my face as I crossed my arms over my chest. "I didn't... I'll be right back." I fled upstairs, mortified. Throwing open my closet,