Aria's POV
On our way home inside the car, the sky had started to dim, caught somewhere between late afternoon and early evening. The silence between us was thick, heavier than I could handle, but no matter how much I wanted to say something, the words wouldn’t come out.
I kept sneaking glances at Jameson, trying to read his face, searching for any sign that he had noticed me deny him.
It wasn’t intentional.
I hadn’t meant to make it seem like I was ashamed of him. I just… I didn’t want Nicholas to judge me. And in that moment, I hadn’t even thought about how he would feel. But now, with the weight of it pressing on my chest, I felt awful.
I was thankful for how Anastasia had tried to lighten the mood by dragging us through the different clothe collections. She had done her best to
