Aria's pov
The ceremony was almost over. Max stood beside me, composed as ever, his hand steady in mine.
All I had to do was finish this. Just one more step.
Ryan blended into the crowd, but I knew his gaze never left me. I promised myself I'd avoid him as much as possible.
“Wait!”
A familiar voice cut through the music. When I turned, I saw Maeve standing at the entrance like she owned the place. A small smile resting on her lips like she hadn’t spent the last two years being the one person I refused to think about.
Max’s hand tightened slightly around mine. “Who is that?”
Before I could answer, Maeve was already walking towards us.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said lightly, though her eyes said otherwise.
“You are,” Max replied flatly.
She smiled like that didn’t matter
