Mia's POV
It had been more than thirty minutes since Aria had dashed out of my room. I had been expecting her to return, but she never did. I sighed, staring at the ceiling while trying to ignore the anticipation bubbling inside me. What was she even up to?
Having had enough of waiting, I decided to step out and grab some fruit. Maybe it would help distract me.
As I made my way out, I slowed down on the stairs when I spotted Aria standing beside Jameson, who was propped up on his wheelchair, supporting himself with his hands. His broad back alone was enough to make anyone aware of his presence.
It wasn’t that I was scared of him, but there was something about him that made the air feel heavier when he was around. He was the type who talked less when others were present, yet his silen
