Aria stood frozen, she pulled away from Marco's grip. She slowly walked over to the door, her hand hovering above the doorknob. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, the sound of the knock still echoing in her ears. Her eyes darted toward Marco, who now looked at her with concern, or was it amusement?
“What if it’s Damian?” she whispered, panic rising in her voice.
Marco’s smirk faded. “Then we’re both dead,” he said casually, folding his arms. “You should probably answer it.”
Aria shot him a glare and slowly turned back to the door. She opened it a crack, peering outside. Relief washed over her when she saw it was just a maid.
“Mrs. De Luca,” the maid said with a polite smile. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Aria replied quickly, trying to calm her voice. “I’m fine.”
The maid handed h
