Chapter 38

Aria
My eyes scan the girl from head to toe. She’s tall…like, runway model who could strut in six-inch heels without breaking a sweat tall. Her long, jet-black hair looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial, all glossy and perfect. Those hazel eyes of hers sparkle like she’s been genetically engineered in a lab for maximum perfection. And her skin? Ugh, smooth, olive-toned, and glowing like she bathes in liquid gold. Honestly, if we weren’t in this situation, I’d probably be begging her for skincare tips.
She arches a perfectly plucked brow at me. "Can I help you?" Her voice is smooth, but her tone? Full of sass.