- Aria -
My heart raced like a drum the moment I spotted him standing there, casually sipping a cocktail that looked like a rainbow in a glass. He was positively dashing, surveying the crowd with that signature air of indifference, as if he were an art piece on display rather than one of the guests. And honestly, that was classic Sean—when he had to suffer through events like this, he floated through like a ghost at a masquerade, only engaging when necessary. I did my best to pretend he wasn't there, but my eyes betrayed me, flitting back to him with the frequency of a distracted hummingbird. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself I was there with someone else, I felt compelled to him, like a moth to a flame—or maybe a fish to a particularly shiny lure.
Then, just when I thought I
