Aria’s POV
I woke up to the sound of voices, muffled at first, then clearer as I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, I was disoriented, wondering where I was until the luxurious interior of the private jet came into focus.
“Buongiorno,” a deep voice said.
I blinked, sitting up to find a man standing in front of me. He had a professional smile, one that didn’t waver even as I stared at him like he had grown two heads.
“Uh…” I managed, not fully awake yet. I glanced around for Jameson, where is he?
The man’s chuckle distracted my eyes that were searching for Jameson.
“I’m the chauffeur. I just greeted you. Welcome to Italy, Mrs. Blackwell.”
Oh. Right. We were in Italy.
“Hello,” I greeted awkwardly, giving him a slight bow and a stiff smile.
It took a second before I registered wh
