ARYA

The bar was too loud. I hated it.

I hated the way the neon lights flickered over glossy tables and half-empty glasses. Hated how the music vibrated in my bones and made my skull ache. I hated the way couples clung to each other like life jackets in a sea of boredom, all laughter and kisses and lies.

But mostly?

I hated that I was here alone.

Again.

I slipped onto a barstool, crossing my legs slowly as I peeled off my coat. The red silk dress hugged my body ...