Chapter 8

"Aurora!" Seraphina's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she stood impatiently in front of her desk.

"What is it, Seraphina?" Aurora asked, bored, looking at her nails.

"Luna wants you in the conference room in five minutes. You will be notified about the dates for the photo shoots for the next edition," she informed and quickly turned away.

Aurora sighed, her gaze fixed on a random corner. She had been thinking about Tristan since she caught him earlier today.

Since the night of the party, Aurora had a clear idea of what kind of guy he was - lacking any trace of compassion and believing that all women were at his disposal to please him. The redhead was still shocked by his shamelessness in kissing numerous women that night, including one who was in a committed relationship.

Well, I'm no saint either, but I've never stooped that low! Most of my impressions of him are negative. I could even make a list, Aurora thought.

She glanced briefly at the table, picked up a blank sheet of