RONAN'S POV
I knocked. And waited. For what felt like forever. But Aria finally came to the door. In a pink dress that perfectly hugged all her curves. I'd have to remember to thank the seamstress for the quick work she'd done finding a wardrobe for Aria. She was perfection.
Aria ran her hands down her dress. "I feel kind of silly wearing all these dresses."
"Nonsense. You look amazing."
"But it's not me."
I arched an eyebrow. "What's really you then?"
"I guess I'm more of a leggings and a shirt kind of girl. I'm not...this. I'm casual."
"I guess I can get you...leggings."
She waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. It's just a week."
Just a week. It seemed so insignificant to her every time I said it. And it stung. "Just a week."
She looked at me. "So what now? Where are we going?"
