ARIA’s POV

 I could feel my patience waning as I continued to fidget with my dress, adjusting and readjusting the fabric over and over again. Matteo sat beside me, his right foot tapping incessantly on the floor. His expression was one of boredom and frustration. His eyes focused on the window in front of him. It was clear that he wanted to be anywhere but here and that he was only putting up with this because he had to. 

 I heard the familiar sound of his exasperated sigh, but I refused to look at him. The tapping was driving me mad, the noise grating on my nerves. I spun around,...