Aria's POV
I sat in front of the dressing mirror as the makeup artist did her job, trying her absolute best to hide the dark circles under my eyes and make me appear less pale. It was a tough job, and I hoped Marco was going to compensate her properly for it, because taking me from whatever I looked like to fairly admirable was a feat. And she did really well.
If only I had cared about my wedding day, maybe I would have gushed and thanked her and promised to refer her to everyone I knew.
But that wasn’t the case. I was miserable, and I dreaded the thought of going out there to marry Marco.
"All done," she said as she dropped the makeup brush on the table and stood behind me. "You look really beautiful, Miss Romano—or should I say soon-to-be Mrs. Valenti?" she asked, trying to lighten t
