ARIA’S POV
I barely made it ten feet into the hospital before Grace bombarded me. She crashed into me, grabbed my arm, and led me to the break room.
“Grace, what the hell?”
She didn’t answer. She merely stared straight ahead until she reached the destination. She locked the door behind us and pushed me onto the couch.
“Aria, are you crazy?” Grace demanded.
“What are you talking about?”
She fished her phone out of her pocket and shoved it in my face. The screen stared back at me, the headline’s words I had ingrained into my brain ever since the article came out.
“I am talking about this. Are you crazy?”
My fists clenched. “No, I am not crazy. And I would very much appreciate it if you stopped saying that.”
Grace scoffed, shoving her phone back in her pocket. “You’re marrying the gu
