Aria's POV
My dad left not long after that, and I broke down crying.
No matter how much I wanted to be selfish or make that decision, I didn't want to choose. I didn't want to be in a position where I had to sacrifice one to save the other. It wasn't fair to me.
"I assume your father has talked some sense into you?" I heard Marco ask as he walked into the room.
I was on the floor, curled up into a ball, crying my eyes out when he walked in.
"So, get up, you need to do your final fitting. The wedding is in two weeks, and my mom wants to make sure everything is perfect," he said, walking over to where I was.
"I'm not marrying you," I said, loud and clear.
Dante was alive. That meant we still had a shot. We could get out of the situation, and I needed to do more than just sit around an
