ARIA'S POV
She couldn't sleep.
She'd known she wouldn't be able to. Had known it since about seven PM when the house had gone quiet and Damien had gone to Richard's estate for the night....tradition, Mei had insisted, you don't see each other before the wedding, and Damien had looked at Aria with the expression of a man who had opinions about tradition and had chosen, for once, not to voice them.
He'd kissed her at the door for a long time.
Then he'd gone.
Now it was eleven PM and the estate was quiet around her and she was sitting in the window seat of their bedroom in his jumper....her jumper now, she'd claimed it so long ago it had stopped being a question....with her knees pulled up and the grounds dark outside and tomorrow everywhere.
She wasn't afraid.
