Aria’s POV
She conned me. After she left, I tasted the thumb I’d used to wipe her tears and it was water. Not salty at all. Then she promised to help with the cookies and ended up falling asleep. By the time she woke, the cookies were done and I was already getting ready to leave.
She came running toward me and for a second, I thought she wanted one last hug. But no. She ran straight past me. Apparently, not missing an episode of Sofia The First was far more important than her mother leaving for two days. The young lady even shut the door behind me on my way out. Somehow, I was the one crying.
The car pulled to a stop in front of Marcel’s estate. I quickly wiped my eyes, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As the gates opened and the car rolled inside, it struck me how empty the place loo
