Aria POV

　　"You...want...me...to...accompany you to the dinner meeting?" I stammered, shocked by her request. I was just an image consultant she appointed for this trip and this was a high-profile meeting. I wasn't sure why she wanted me there.

　　She nodded with a smile. "Yes, dear. I want you there."

　　"I'm sorry for asking this but may I ask why?" My voice shook as I asked.

　　"Of course, you can ask," Mrs. Miranda said, her voice full of ...