Chris stood in front of Aria, his chest heaving.

“You made it up? Everything?”

“Chris, what do you mean?” Aria feigned innocence, sitting at her table with a cup of drink in hand.

“This.” Chris tossed his cell phone toward her.

He turned his back, running a hand over his head in frustration.

“I know nothing about this,” she said lightly, pushing the phone aside with a smile.

Chris’s fingers clenched.

“Besides,” Aria added with a smirk, “you can kiss marrying me goodbye. ...