Aria's room. Miller's mansion.From her sleep, she could hear the sound of the ringing bell from outside rebound irritatingly in every corner of her room, as she frowned angrily and hissed so much about the noise grated on her. It was not enough that it took so long before she could stop being restless on her bed till midnight, but someone just had to come to interrupt her peaceful sleep in the morning. As her body twisted straight into bone cracking stretches, Aria's eye lids remained so heavy to open with her brain, which was still numb to her sleep. Like it was the alcohol that was still left unused in her body system working, she could hear something whisper to her ear, things she didn't want to hear. "You are going for a mental check." She was unsure of why that particular sentence kept recurring in her mind, which was still not awake. But she really wanted to smash the person, who wouldn't stop ringing on the doorbell against the wall. Like the person heard her wishes to

The glass door that led directly to the inside of the huge building where luxurious cars stopped in front of, were a number of elites and people dressed in gorgeous outfits stepping out. There were people of different races and nationalities making their way inside, with mostly a common goal for the art auctioning that was taking place. There was an air of aristocracy permeating the ambience around the building, as heels and leather shoes clinked their ways into the building and towards the elevator. The art auctioning was going to start in the next few minutes on the fifth floor, where different art from great artists were going to be displayed for sale. Another luxurious car that exuded all forms of modesty stopped in front of the building, as the owner stepped out of it even before his assistant could run to get the door. His appearance was charming to sight and absolutely captivating, that had some of the people who recognized him mumbling words to themselves or the partners

Three days had passed so quickly after Aria fell from the top and broke her arm, but the tension lurking strongly around the walls of the mansion was so palpable.Alex was the one who felt it most as he was closer to Dalton, especially by his usual behavior that had been back to being a cold constant again. Dalton had ordered Alex to trash away the painting after Aria belittled his effort, but his heart couldn't allow him to and he took it to the ML art gallery instead. Since then, the couple were back to their past way of lives again without any compromise. Even the maids felt the pressure. The wife just remained indoors because of her arm which was still completely unhealed, while the husband worked more in every of his companies, made more investments and doubled his company stocks. They were totally not talking to one another, or interfering into each other's business at all. 'So, he finally shows his true colors. Now I can breathe well,' Aria stood in front of the 60 inch mirro

"I have made a reservation at the hotel suite sir. The meeting is taking place at the VIP floor, and the Arabian buyer too is on his way from the airport. We have about twenty minutes," Alex reported to Dalton about the next schedule, whose eyes were studying intently the hologram display of how high his company stocks had gone in just few days. It was more satisfying to watch and enjoy, than any other thing that might matter to him. Working so much and an increased number of travelling on flights for the past days, should have gotten him so weak and fatigued in his body. Yet to Alex's surprise, he was looking so healthy that not even his handsome face showed the wrinkles of stress or any dullness. But then again, he remembered that Dalton had told him the last time after talking about Collin, that he should stop reporting anything that related to Aria to him anymore. He didn't even want to hear her name in his ears. It left Alex so astounded, that things between both of them

There were grand preparations going on in the mansion that evening, as every kitchen servant kept moving back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room. Eleanor had sent a text message to all her children hours ago, about the dinner feast she had decided to host without telling them the real reason why. Emma, who was bringing her boyfriend home to meet her mother, had the strong affirmation in her heart that she was in love with him, and was ready to get married to him regardless of what anyone would say. She had actually hidden her status as a daughter of the Miller's family from him, since his home was in Scotland and it had been a very long time since he visited America. She knew that the chances of her mother rejecting him was higher, because he wasn't even as wealthy as she would have wanted, or had a high class family that would match their family's class level. But she was still convinced in her heart that Dalton would support her, regardless of whatever tantrums her m