Aria’s POV

   At breakfast the next morning, Matteo was absent from the table. I wondered what had happened in his office the night before and why Carter had stormed out of the room. I had never seen him so angry, and it made me uneasy. I ate my meal slowly, savoring every bite, but my mind was elsewhere. Something was not right, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. 

 Mrs. Fletcher was a very good cook. I had to give it to her. Carter joined me at the table. His mood was still off, but he smiled at me before taking a bite of his food.

 “Mm”. He moaned....