ARIA

The drive back is quiet. I stare out the window at Manhattan’s evening rush, thinking about everything that’s happened in the past forty-eight hours.

Two days ago, I had a fiancé I thought I loved, a job I was proud of, and a clear path forward.

Now I have a billionaire husband-to-be, more money and power than I know what to do with, and absolutely no idea who I am anymore.

The elevator opens directly into the penthouse. It’s empty and silent except for the hum of the city ...