ARIA'S POV
By the time I finally got home, I was completely drained. Every step from the car to the door felt like I was dragging a thousand pounds behind me.
My mind was still spinning from the chaos of the banquet, but I didn’t want to think about any of it. Not Agatha, not Dante, and definitely not Finn.
All I wanted was to collapse into bed and forget this nightmare of an evening.
But the moment I opened the door and stepped into the quiet of the mansion, I saw Adam.
He was leaning against the kitchen counter with that signature smirk, like he had been waiting all night just to get under my skin.
The second he saw me, his grin widened. I could already see the taunt forming in his head.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look who’s home. If it isn't the
