Chris stood in front of Aria, his chest heaving.

“You made it up? Everything?”

“Chris, what do you mean?” Aria feigned innocence, sitting at her table with a cup of drink in hand.

“This.” Chris tossed his cell phone toward her.

He turned his back, running a hand over his head in frustration.

“I know nothing about this,” she said lightly, pushing the phone aside with a smile.

Chris’s fingers clenched.

“Besides,” Aria added with a smirk, “you can kiss marrying me goodbye. You failed to do one simple thing.”

Chris stood frozen, staring at her. She rose from her chair and moved to the balcony, gripping the railings as...