Aria
I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.
William, the famous model who I had danced with at the masquerade, was messaging me on the dating app. I wasn’t even sure how the message came through, considering the fact that I had turned off notifications—a bug, perhaps—but it didn’t matter.
My stomach did a weird little flip, but not in the way it might have if I were actually interested. It was more like… shock. Shock mixed with a touch of dread.
“Aria?”
Darren’s voice pulled me back to the present, and I looked up sharply to see him watching me from where he stood by the car, his brow a little furrowed.
“You alright?” he asked, glancing at my phone.
“Oh! Yeah.” The words tumbled out a little too quickly as I locked my phone and shoved it into my jacket pocket
