ARIA'S POV
I didn’t go to the party.
Not because I didn’t want to, but because I got really sick the day before.
I kept vomiting, I had a high fever, and my entire body ached.
Enzo called Marco to tell him that I was sick and wouldn’t be in attendance at the Caruso dinner. Marco told him to go instead and to assign a staff member to look after me.
Speaking of Enzo, he had been avoiding me like the plague since that night, and I couldn’t blame him. He only came around when one of the staff members called his attention to my health.
He called the family doctor and then talked to Marco.
The family doctor came to check on me. He prescribed some drugs for me and told me to just rest and that I would be fine by the next day.
On the morning of the dinner, I did feel a lot better — but not
