Ariana POV
Coming back the next day wasn’t the most uncomfortable part of all this.
As the days passed, I couldn’t seem to shake my mother’s suspicion.
She had given me two tasks, and I hadn’t done even one of them.
I couldn’t fully blame myself; Marco was the one who made handling her task nearly impossible.
I assured her that I had everything under control, though I wasn’t specific about how much I actually managed to do.
Most importantly, I couldn’t tell her what I’d done with the letter—that would have sent her over the edge.
Or maybe she’d simply lose faith in my ability to handle things, and that would ruin whatever chance I had of staying close to Marco.
Now, I wasn’t sure if I had a good relationship with either of them anymore.
I hated how things were. I’d been feeling
