Aria's POV
For the first time since I had been at Marco's house, Enzo looked me straight in the eyes, and I saw what he may have been hiding all along: pity.
He visibly gulped when I apologized, my eyes filled with tears, and he took a step back.
"Are you okay?" he asked — his first words to me that weren't a direct order from Marco.
A part of me wanted to just leave, go to my room, and cry, but I needed to leave this house, even if it was just for one carefree night. So I didn’t walk away. I milked the uncomfortable look in his eyes and let the tears flow.
"I just— I just wanted a night to myself… I’ve been stuck here for so long, and I… I— I need to see my friend. I need to do something other than play the perfect wife…" I cried.
"Stop crying," Enzo said, sounding even more uncomfo
