Aria’s POV
Juno finally pulled back from our hug, her palms still on my cheeks like she needed to make sure I was actually standing in front of her. She sniffed, wiped her face and then suddenly froze. Her eyes drifted past my shoulder slowly and I watched her expression change as her eyes fell back on the sleek black Maybach parked in front of the hotel.
Then her gaze dropped to Marco, who stood beside it like a carved statue with his ugly dark shades on and hands folded in front of him and her eyebrows flew all the way up.
“Aria…” she whispered, leaning in. “Did you hit a jackpot while I was gone? Because…” she pointed at the Maybach “that is billionaire money and you my friend, are no billionaire. And…” her finger moved to Marco “A body guard? What exactly did I miss?”
I choked on a
