Aria's POV
"We got married last week.” The words left my lips.
The elderly couple sitting across from me exchanged a knowing glance before the woman smiled warmly. "Ah, newlyweds. The first few months are always the hardest."
I offered a small, uncertain smile as I stirred my juice with the straw. The three of us sat under a shaded pavilion, the sun casting a golden glow over the poolside.
At first, their presence had made me uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure why I even sat with them.
"You remind me of her when we first got married. She drove me insane." The husband joked, the wrinkle under his eyes deepens.
His wife swatted his arm playfully. "And you weren’t exactly a saint either," she teased before turning to me.
"Sweetheart, every marriage has its storms. It’s how you handle them
