Aria's POV
I knew I was in trouble even before I turned around.
"I'm talking to you, Valenti," I heard one man call, and I had no other choice but to turn around.
"I knew it was you. You're his wife, aren't you?" one of them said, walking closer to me.
There were four men standing before me, each dressed casually. They looked like they were in their mid-30s. They also looked worn out, tired, and a little tipsy.
"I... I don't want any trouble. I'm just waiting for my ride."
The men looked among themselves and chuckled.
"We don't want any trouble either. We just wanted to have a word with you about your husband — or should I say your husband-to-be."
The man who spoke looked like the oldest among them. He had a scruffy beard, tired eyes, and the way he carried himself made him seem li
