Aria's POV
I gasped when Dad mentioned Nicholas. God, I'd practically forgotten about Liam White's entire existence.
"Uncle Nick and Aunt Patricia were furious after Liam's runaway groom stunt," I said, running my fingers along the edge of the hospital bed. "They wanted to fly back and handle the whole mess themselves."
The memory made me wince. I'd pulled out every trick in my arsenal—pouty lips, pleading eyes, promises I wasn't sure I could keep—to convince them to let me handle it myself. "They were in Seattle then, too far away to do anything immediate. I practically begged them to stay put, swore I could handle everything."
Now they were coming back, and knowing Uncle Nick, he'd be hunting down the White family for some long-overdue retribution. My stomach twisted at the thought.
