Ethan's POV
The private room was packed—probably twenty people crammed into a space meant for fifteen.
Music thumped from hidden speakers, loud enough to make conversation difficult.
Everyone was drinking, laughing, having the time of their lives.
I plastered on a smile and tried to blend in.
My friend introduced me to his wife—Sarah, a petite blonde with a warm smile and sharp eyes. She greeted me politely, already a little tipsy from the champagne.
"I heard you and Aria are taking a break," she said sympathetically. "That's rough. She's such a sweetheart."
"Yeah." I took a sip of my beer to avoid elaborating. "It's been... difficult."
"Well, don't worry. I'll text her tomorrow. I've been meaning to reach out anyway."
"Thank you. Really."
She patted my arm
