Beatrice watched her walk away, her back straight and confident, as she got ready to face whatever ugliness waited for her downstairs.
She wanted to hate her, to blame her for not letting things go and not understanding the weight of her own struggles. But deep down, Beatrice knew that Aria was right. It was unreasonable of her to ask Aria to give up her friendship with the one person who’d remained loyal to her, just for her, a friend who’d remained the most disloyal. It just didn’t make sense for anyone to agree to such a thing.
But she couldn't ignore what she saw when she looked at Finn looking at Aria. He was absolutely mesmerized..like he would give her his heart on a silver platter were she to just ask. It was a look he’d never given her. Sure they had some chemistry, and their s*
