Mia's POV

It had been more than thirty minutes since Aria had dashed out of my room. I had been expecting her to return, but she never did. I sighed, staring at the ceiling while trying to ignore the anticipation bubbling inside me. What was she even up to?

Having had enough of waiting, I decided to step out and grab some fruit. Maybe it would help distract me.

As I made my way out, I slowed down on the stairs when I spotted Aria standing beside Jameson, who was propped up on his wheelchair, ...