Aria's POV
Last night, Aiden surprised me with birthday fireworks. Someone captured it and posted it online, making me trend again briefly. My birthday celebration was spectacular—everyone in our social circle was green with envy.
But who could blame them? There's only one Aiden Carter, and only one me. Not everyone has my strange luck—getting left at the altar by Liam one day, then marrying Aiden the next.
The celebration made such a splash that even my dad Benjamin, who barely goes online, heard about it. As my father, he was naturally thrilled to see Aiden treating me so well.
When Aiden and I visited for dinner that evening, Dad insisted on cooking himself. He was in such a good mood that he opened a bottle of wine and poured me a small glass.
"Aria, just a little sip. It's fine,"
