Long after Calhoun placed Ariana in the car and started driving to his grandparents villa, she couldn't get over the complement he gave her. Her cheeks had taken a permanent pink hue and no matter how hard she tried to stir the thought out of her head it refused to go. It remained as a stone imprint sitting there in her head and constantly bringing butterflies to life at a pace that was killing.

"Ariana, we are here," Calhoun whispered.

Ariana snapped out of her daze and looked around. They ...