Aria's POV
I knew it was a bad idea, yet I let myself get carried away with the notion that it was only for a minute.
Now Marco was outside, and he was already pissed.
Dante put a finger over his lips and slowly let me down. He took several quiet steps away from the door and into the walk-in closet. It was almost as if he had done this before.
I arranged my hair a bit and opened the door for Marco, who looked pissed.
"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked, scrutinizing me from top to bottom.
"I felt a little nauseous, so I decided to sit down for a minute. I didn't want to join you for lunch without feeling and looking my best." I lied through my teeth, but he just nodded. I doubt he cared anyway.
"Drink some water or something and change into something respectable," he instructed, and
