ARIA'S POV

The dinner has to be perfect. Nothing must go wrong.

"You keep stressing about it, baby." Lucas rasped from the bed. I guess my pacing must have woken him up. I don't know why I've been so snappy and irritable all day. I'm not one to snap at maids, but how hard is it to set the chairs at the right side? How hard is it to note down the number of chairs needed? It's very frustrating.

"I'm not stressed. I just want everything to be perfect."

"And it's going to be, baby. Come here to get some sleep so I can sleep. I have several important things...