Aria’s POV
Dinner went on without a hitch.
At least for me. I was having the time of my life. Gianna was so funny and sweet; I was laughing for half of the night. She told me stories about her adventures in college and the trouble she used to get into, and it was hilarious. She was the kind of person you could spend hours with and not notice the time go by.
Marco, on the other hand, didn’t seem too pleased with the new arrangement, but he sucked it up and acted civil for most of the night. He talked with Dante about business and sometimes pitched in with little stories about his college days, but they weren’t as amusing.
Meanwhile, Dante stayed mostly quiet the entire night. His eyes were trained on me for half of it, subtly switching from my face to my hand and then to the glass of wi
