Warning and butterflies.

Aria's eyes watched her videos that were sent to her through email over and over again, and they all seemed so similar to the ones that the private investigator had sent, except that it had a different background and setting.

If she were to look at the angles and compare them with a similar outlook even if it had all changed, it was no doubt that the videos were taken in the Miller mansion. As expected, they were videos taken by spy webcams that were secretly mounted in a few locations.

They were the videos that the dancer was finally able to send her, after a prolonged personal chat meeting between both of them. Curiosity of what was in the file and what the person had to offer overwhelmed her, more than who the person was or if it was a trap by the real perpetrator.

Aria knew she had to be curious about everything she was venturing into, but time was counting and there were limits to what her private investigator could find out about. The house was a fairly private one wit