Aiden's POV
I hadn't intended for us to become a spectacle.
When I lifted Aria into my arms and carried her from the theater, I was fully aware of the attention we would draw, but her wellbeing mattered more than public opinion.
As we made our exit, whispers erupted around us. I felt Aria bury her face against my chest—a futile attempt to hide from the curious stares.
Her embarrassment was evident, but I found her reaction oddly endearing.
Summer, Aria's assistant, finally noticed our departure and came rushing after us. By then, I had already carried Aria outside to where Lucas was waiting with the car.
"Aiden! What happened to Aria?" Summer called out, concern written across her face as she caught up to us.
I carefully settled Aria into the backseat before turning to address her a
