Aria's POV
"Don't tell me you wore that to greet Dante," Marco said with a scowl the moment I walked into the dining room after I had collected myself from that little moment with Dante.
Marco was standing behind the seat at the head of the table, his phone in one hand, and the other hand on the seat. He looked stressed out, and my choice of clothing seemed to make it worse.
I looked down at my shirt and sweatpants and then back up at Marco, who looked both unimpressed and centrally disgusted with the thought that I greeted his guest in that.
"Yes...?" I answered cautiously.
He rubbed his forehead and let out an exasperated sigh. "Sometimes it's like you forget who you are, or did your little fall affect your memory?"
Little fall? I blacked out.
"I'll go change," I said, trying to a
