AUTHOR’S POV

Aria was lying on the bed, too lazy to move when a knock came. She groaned and ignored it, but the knock came again and again. She rolled over, stretched her legs, then pulled a robe around her body before heading to the door.

As she opened it, she expected the girls who brought her breakfast and helped her get ready for the day. Instead, she saw Luke leaning on the wall, his arms crossed, and a smirk on his face. Aria clutched her robe tighter.

“Good morning, ...