Aria's POV
"Girl!" I heard Sara scream and then saw her run towards me and jump into my arms the minute I stepped into the bar.
The bar looked the same — dim red and blue lights, low blues music, chairs lined up perfectly at the elegant bar, a makeshift dance floor, and then sofas lined against the wall.
The Velvet Hour was one of the classiest spots in Chicago, and I really enjoyed the nights I spent working there as a cocktail waitress. But now, as I stared at the place I used to enjoy working at, only one memory came to mind.
The day I met Marco Valenti.
Flashback
I was so exhausted from standing on my feet the entire night.
The Velvet Hour was packed, and we were extremely understaffed because no one expected that kind of crowd that night.
"Girl, why are you sitting?" Sara appr
