ARIA’S POV

I had learned something about Agatha over the years.

If you wanted her to do something, you had to make it sound like it was her idea.

“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand.

She looked suspiciously at me.

“Where?”

“The garden.”

“Why?”

“I want to show you something.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Aria.”

“Agatha.”

She sighed.

“You're planning something.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you have that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you get when you've already decided something and you're waiting for everyone else to catch up.”

I smiled.

“Then you know me very well.”

She shook her head but followed me.

As we...