"So, you really think they are Vipers?"
Aria took a slow sip of her iced matcha latte, the green liquid stark against the pristine white marble of the kitchen island.
She was already fully snatched for her morning talk show appearance. Her rose-gold hair had been blown out into voluminous, flawless waves, and her makeup was perfected for high-definition cameras. She was wearing a tailored, white blazer dress that screamed unbothered billionaire's wife.
Sitting directly across from her, Damien was dressed in a sharp, bespoke charcoal suit, a dark tie knotted perfectly at his throat. He took a sip of his black coffee, his golden eyes fixed on the iPad resting between them on the island.
"None of their story makes sense," Damien stated.
He slid the tablet across the smooth marble toward her.
