Aria's POV.
After Dianne shared what I felt was a really big secret, we spent the next hour chatting
I kept nodding, smiling, and laughing when necessary, a desperate attempt on my end not to blow my cover.
But it only got harder and harder, and every time she mentioned something personal or asked a question my heart skipped multiple beats, but thankfully I managed to keep up.
When Dianne finally left to get ready for dinner, I collapsed onto the bed, breathing out in relief.
“Thanks for nothing, Zie,” I hissed, as she watched in silence as I fought for my life.
“You're welcome,” she said smugly. “You survived. That's a relief.”
“You call that surviving?” I shot in annoyance.
“Tick, rock, Aria. You wouldn't want to keep Dianne waiting,” Zie drawled, and I couldn't help but roll my
