Aria’s POV
When Marco told me the Carusos were coming over, I thought I had enough time to pull myself together and not let the presence of Dante Caruso sway me. But the minute we locked eyes, it was like a flood of emotions all over again.
He stared at me like he could see right through my soul, and the way his eyes softened around me, almost as if he was looking at something precious—it was hard to believe those eyes were for me. So I looked away. I didn’t want to be drawn into his charm, not when his relationship status was still unknown.
I was ready to just suffer through the remaining seconds before I would disappear into my room until dinner when he walked past me and whispered in my ear to stay somewhere visible. That wasn’t what compelled me to wander around the hallway continuo
