Ariana's Pov
"Ariana," my mother called from the bottom of the staircase. "We're leaving."
I glanced up from my phone.
Dad was already standing by the door, adjusting the cuff of his suit.
"Now that Ariana is here, we can go," he said.
Kian was leaning against the wall nearby.
His eyes met mine for the briefest second before he pushed away from it.
"I'll drive separately."
Of course he would.
A short while later, I found myself sitting beside my mother in the backseat while Dad talked about business calls he'd ignored all evening.
"You know," my mother said suddenly, turning toward me, "there will be a lot of young men there tonight."
I already knew where this was going.
"Mum..."
"I'm serious." She smiled. "You're getting older, Ariana. You should start putting yourself out t
