Aria’s POV
It was early evening, and Jameson and I were finally leaving. The past twenty-four hours had been nothing short of blissful, and people who made me feel like I belonged here.
Everyone was gathered outside, saying their goodbyes. Hugs were exchanged, smiles shared, and promises made.
“Visit me often, Aria,” my mother-in-law said, holding my hands gently.
I nodded. “I will. I promise.”
Our bags had already been loaded into the limousine. Kylie and Anastasia stood by, both smiling. I returned the smile, wishing we had more time to spend together.
“Don’t forget, I’m getting married soon,” Kylie reminded me with a teasing glint in her eyes. I nodded with a small laugh before she added, “That is to say, you have to be there for my bridal shower.”
“Of course, I’ll be there.” I
