Aria’s POV

I sat at a table, two spots away from where Mia and her date were seated, pretending to scroll through my phone while keeping my ears open for their conversation.

So far, the guy seemed decent—confident, well-mannered, and with a thick Australian accent that made him sound even more charming. Mia was smiling a lot, nodding occasionally, and then out of nowhere, she burst into laughter when he showed something on his phone to her.

But that laughter sounded so fake.

My eyes darted ...