Donavan
He looked at his watch for the fifteenth time in a row for the past 20 minutes. Aria was still not there, and Donavan was getting increasingly agitated and drunk. He grabbed another champagne glass to ease his tensions as Franklin rambled on about the woman he had just met. He couldn’t stand it that Aria had not texted or said anything about her being late. Perhaps she decided not to go? If that was the case, he would have to endure some of these men chasers by himself, which included Freya. Freya had been pestering him for a conversation all evening and getting on his nerves. Her insufferable attempts to seduce him were getting tiresome. If Aria didn’t show up soon, he would rather abandon the whole speech and retire to the hotel; not even bothering to come out. As he sipped the
