Aria's POV
Who did he think he was? Showing up at every turn, trying to "protect" and "defend" me even when I clearly asked him not to.
I was so glad Carmela finished up with the hall, thanked him for his help, and then proceeded to leave. I didn't hesitate to follow quickly behind her.
"That Caruso boy, there's something about him that I just can't quite place my finger on yet," Carmela said when we entered the car. "Did you notice it?" she asked, seeking my opinion for the first time since our five-hour trip.
I was so surprised I basically tripped over my words. "I... um— I, no," I stammered, and she looked at me with something along the lines of disgust and disappointment.
I cleared my throat and tried again. "No, I haven't noticed. I haven't spoken with him to know him that well,"
