ARIA'S POV 

 Ever since that evening when Mrs. Fletcher saw Matteo and I in an intimate moment. She had been treating me with a coldness that I couldn't help but notice. It was as if she was pretending I wasn't even in the room. Her demeanor towards me had turned completely indifferent. 

I reached out to grab Mrs. Fletcher's arm as she was about to serve Matteo's plate. She froze, and her wrinkled eyes turned to look at me. I felt like a deer in headlights, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I reached over and took the plate from her hands. 

My voice cracked a bit...