ARIA'S POV
The boutique’s atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating, the air too thick to breathe.
My hands clutched the fabric of the dress I was wearing, and my mind raced.
The last time I had seen Linda and Dante was months ago, and back then, everything between us had been sharp edges and unspoken resentment. So why now, as they stood just a few feet away, did Linda smile warmly as if nothing had ever happened?
I couldn’t move. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor as I stared at them.
Time went by, and I suddenly realized that I must have been standing still for longer than I thought because, to my surprise, Linda was the one who came up to me.
"Aria, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Linda's voice was cheerful, her smile wide. “It’s been such a long time
