ARIA’S POV

  Rubbing my temple, I groaned lowly. It ached. Matteo looked pissed from the look of it all. I begged Rosalie to let it go, but she refused, forcing me to steal Matteo’s keys when he wasn’t looking. It was a good plan. I mean, I could do anything for ice cream, and I did. Going against Matteo was the most daring thing I’d ever done. I winced when I had a headache again, and from my side eye, I saw he turned to me. He was stealing glances but somehow managed to keep his eyes on the road. We finally got to the mansion and Mrs. Fletcher ran...