Aria's POV
I rolled my eyes as Claire stared at me with that perfectly composed expression. The way she looked at me—like I'm some fascinating puzzle she's determined to solve—made my skin crawl.
"If I say no, will you leave me alone?" I asked her pointedly.
Claire just smiled, her lips curving in that practiced, elegant way. "No, I won't. So you might as well humor me, Mrs. Carter."
God, she was persistent. I glanced around at the luxurious hotel ballroom, feeling trapped. Everyone was watching us—the new Mrs. Carter and the woman rumored to have been Aiden's perfect match for years. The tension was practically visible.
"Fine," I sighed dramatically. "I'll listen to whatever nonsense you want to share."
Someone in the crowd actually laughed out loud at my bluntness. Heat crept up my neck—I'm not usually this bitchy, but something about Claire Bennett just brought out the worst in me. Maybe it was her flawless appearance or the entitled way she carried herself, like Aiden should naturally be hers.
Despite my embarrassment, I kept my expression neutral as I turned to Aiden. "Honey, I need to step away for a moment."
Aiden raised an eyebrow, looking reluctant to let me go. "Alright."
But his hand stayed firmly on my waist, his grip tightening slightly. We were surrounded by New York's elite, champagne flowing freely as whispers about us circulated the room. I was forced to awkwardly add, "Um, you can let go of me now."
Only then did his hand drop away.
I turned back to Claire. "Where would you like to have this pointless conversation, Miss Bennett?"
She gestured toward a set of French doors. "The garden would be nice. It's quieter."
"Fine." I followed her, painfully aware of the whispers erupting behind us.
"Did you hear how she spoke to Claire Bennett?"
"Who does Aria think she is? She can't hold a candle to Claire."
"I don't know, there's something kind of badass about her."
"Classic cat fight over the rich guy. So cliché but I'm here for it!"
"Let's follow them and see what happens!"
As Claire and I walked away, Lucas approached Aiden. "Aren't you going to check on your wife?" he asked.
Aiden shot him an icy look that immediately silenced him. I caught this exchange from the corner of my eye, almost smiling despite myself.
The garden was beautifully landscaped, with twinkling lights strung through the trees and flowering bushes carefully arranged around a stunning infinity pool. Despite the extravagance of tonight's charity gala, most guests had stayed inside where the networking opportunities were better, leaving this elegant space practically deserted.
Just as Claire promised, it was quiet out here. The lighting was dim and atmospheric rather than practical, casting everything in a soft glow.
I set my orange juice down on a nearby table and followed Claire to a pair of cushioned lounge chairs. She took a delicate sip of her red wine before her eyes drifted over me appraisingly.
"What do you enjoy doing in your free time, Mrs. Carter?" she asked suddenly.
Wait, what? I was prepared for threats or territory-marking, not small talk about hobbies.
"Excuse me?" I straightened my posture, suspicion flaring. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? It's just us here."
Why bother with pleasantries? She obviously dragged me out here to warn me away from Aiden or remind me I don't belong in his world.
Claire pressed her lips together before changing tactics. "Why did you marry Aiden Carter?"
Finally! The real question emerged.
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