Aria's POV
The wedding was beautiful.
The vows, the rings, the love in their eyes—it was everything a wedding was supposed to be.
I clapped along with the crowd as Aiden and Kylie sealed their union with a kiss, but my hands felt heavy, and my smile didn’t quite reach my eyes.
My chest ached as I watched them, hastily wiping the tears that spilled my cheeks. They looked so in love, so sure of each other. It was a stark contrast to my own reality. My wedding hadn’t been like this. No heartfelt vows, no adoring gazes, no certainty in the future.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced at Jameson. He wasn’t sitting beside me. Instead, he was with the groomsmen while I was seated among the wives. The physical distance between us felt symbolic. Lately, even when we were in the same
