Aria's POV
As we drove back to my place, I called Grace. I owed them at least an apology, even if Damian didn't think so.
"Grandmother, I'm so sorry about tonight—"
"Hush, child. You have nothing to apologize for." Her voice was warm through the phone.
"My husband is stubborn and old-fashioned, but he'll come around. You just focus on being happy with Damian. That's all any of us really want."
When we got home, I could see the exhaustion written all over Damian's face. He'd barely eaten at the Blackwood estate, too tense and protective of me the entire time.
"You must be starving," I said, already heading toward the kitchen. "Let me make you something."
I changed quickly into comfortable clothes and tied my hair back. "Don't get too excited—it's just going to be a si
