ARIA'S POV
Ever since that evening when Mrs. Fletcher saw Matteo and I in an intimate moment. She had been treating me with a coldness that I couldn't help but notice. It was as if she was pretending I wasn't even in the room. Her demeanor towards me had turned completely indifferent.
I reached out to grab Mrs. Fletcher's arm as she was about to serve Matteo's plate. She froze, and her wrinkled eyes turned to look at me. I felt like a deer in headlights, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I reached over and took the plate from her hands.
My voice cracked a bit as I said, "I'll take care of it." Mrs. Fletcher's eyes lingered on me for a moment, but she let go of the plate, and I carried it over to Matteo. These past few days had been torture, avoiding Matteo every chance I got.
