Aria sighed as she looked up at the DaLair Plaza. She couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. The first time she saw it she had been five years old, and she and her brother had gone in search of the father they had never met without telling a soul. She cringed at the thought of what could have happened if they hadn’t met Franklin on the way. Really, how reckless could they have been?
She had been in New York for almost a week. Aria had taken her family’s advice and taken it easy, recovering from jetlag and finish setting up her penthouse at a more leisurely pace. Jessica had taken her out for a relaxing shopping trip to prepare for her first day of work as well as to gauge how she was feeling, Aria was certain.
Her family was taking a step back, but she knew they were watching her closely. The
