8:00 A.M. Cross Mansion
Golden sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains.
Aria stirred awake, instinctively reaching toward the other side of the bed.
Empty.
She smiled faintly.
Damian was already up.
She slipped into a silk robe before making her way downstairs.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the mansion.
As expected...
Damian was seated at the dining...