Aria's POV
The clock had just passed seven, and the villa had already quieted down. Everyone had gone to their rooms earlier than usual, probably because tomorrow would be a busy day. Kylie’s wedding dress fitting, the hall arrangements, and all the last-minute details—we all had roles to play.
That worked in my favor.
I stood in front of the mirror, running my hands over the soft blue silk of my bikini. It hugged my body perfectly, the smooth material gliding over my skin. My heart pounded a little faster than usual. Maybe it was nerves, or maybe it was anticipation. Either way, I couldn't deny the excitement bubbling inside me.
Jameson had left earlier, and I was making him wait. Not intentionally, of course. Okay, maybe a little. I slipped on my robe, making sure it covered me comp
