ARIA

"Mark," I called out, my voice sharp enough to cut through his rambling. "I need some privacy."

Mark stopped. He looked sweaty and desperate, staring back at me with pleading eyes.

"Aria, listen," he stammered, stepping in front of me again. "I’m really sorry about what just happened. Jason... My brother doesn't know how to behave in public. He’s been out of the country for a long time. He’s rough. Please, don't let him ruin the night."

I looked at him with zero patience.

"Mark," I said coldly. "I do not care about your brother. I don't care about his manners or where he has been. The only thing...