Aria's POV
The wine was definitely hitting harder than I'd expected.
I stared at the glass in front of me—my fourth? Fifth?—and tried to remember when I'd become the kind of person who day-drank expensive Bordeaux in fancy wine bars.
Oh right. About three hours ago, when Rachel had insisted on properly thanking me.
"So," Rachel said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin that I'd come to recognize meant trouble.
"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room? Or should I say, the devastatingly handsome Alpha King in the room?"
I nearly choked on my wine. "What?"
"Oh, come on." She waved a hand dismissively. "You two are already engaged. I can't think of any other man who would have you this troubled."
"It's complicated," I muttered, taking another sip.
