The limo pulled away, its red taillights shrinking into the night.
A second later, the iron gates of the rosegate estate creaked open.
"good evening, miss Isabella," the gateman said with a polite bow.
"hi, Mr. Thompson," I replied, forcing a smile.
I adjusted the stupidly heavy necklace around my neck and stepped inside, heels tapping lightly on the stone walkway that led to the massive front door.
I didn't get too far when my eyes caught the figure of someone standing motionless on the steps, half hidden in the shadows.
I jumped back. "Oh my gosh!"
My heart dropped until I realized─
It was Aria.
In a satin robe, wearing a glittering house slides and a silk scarf wrapped around her head like she was prepping for a vogue cover shoot.
And strapped to her face?
A terrifying red-lit led face mask that made her look like a possessed skincare robot.
"Aria? What in the world…?" My breath caught in my throat. "What are you wearing?!"
