Aria
The picture on the screen felt like a knife to the gut. As if tonight wasn’t already confusing enough, images of our kiss—complete with my face on full display—were circulating the internet.
I stood there, stunning into silence, just staring at the phone. “No,” I repeated. “No, this can’t be. What are we going to—”
Darren suddenly turned to me. “I’ll fix it.”
My eyes widened. “How—”
“Just trust me,” he insisted, already taking a few steps toward the ballroom. “I’ll handle it.”
Bella and I exchanged wary glances, but I knew that if Darren said he would handle it, then he would. No matter how upset I was about our confusing relationship, I still trusted him.
I nodded, handing the phone back to Bella. “Alright. Thank you, Darren.”
He jabbed his thumb over
