ouse windows had turned a deep orange. A knock sounded at the guest

resses prepared for you," Estill

f high-necked gray sweaters, tweed skirts, and cons

ress me up as a nun to

er prefers modest, quiet women,"

out a sha

ll see right through a fake meek act

black garment bag, and unzipped it. Inside hung an Old Hollywo

ne," Aria said, pul

m. The emerald velvet hugged her waist and hips like a second skin, the open back baring h

. The moment his eyes hit her, his breath stalled in his chest. His ocean-blue eyes darkene

ing the Oscar red carpet," Caesar said, standing up an

to him and spun aro

der, the more timid you act, the faster you get crushed. Only by showing ambition and bea

rrogant face, let out a cold snort,

t's

he car merged onto the Long Island Expressway, leaving the city skyscraper

r is retired, but the estate

s of Alistair Whitfield, Caesar's grandfather and

rope today. She's at the estate right now,

the file and rubbed

ss who's been clinging to

hitfield family," Caesar said, glancing sideways at

es is my specialty," Aria said, sna

riveway lined with century-old oak trees before stopping at the fountain in front of a sprawling

rounded the hood and opened Aria's door. Aria stepped out and walked up to him. Bending slightly

nsion gone from her jaw, her eyes softening, her lips curving into a sweet, bashful smile as if she had been a shy, adoring bride

partment. Don't screw this up,"

, pressing her chest lightly against h

atch me