Aiden's POV
Looking at the little minx across from me, I can't help but think about the colossal headache she's going to be. As much as she's the perfect candidate for this arrangement, she's also chaos incarnate. Pure, unbridled chaos.
And me? I'm order. Control. Precision. My life runs like a well-oiled machine. Everything has its place, its purpose, and its limits. But her? She's like a storm barreling through, undoing years of carefully constructed stability.
I know I need to make this work. For my mother. For my mother's hardwork. For my future. But as I look at her again, watching the way she navigates the meal with an elegance that doesn't match her current life circumstances, I notice something else: the wine.
