Aria’s POV

I woke up to the sound of voices, muffled at first, then clearer as I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, I was disoriented, wondering where I was until the luxurious interior of the private jet came into focus.

“Buongiorno,” a deep voice said.

I blinked, sitting up to find a man standing in front of me. He had a professional smile, one that didn’t waver even as I stared at him like he had grown two heads.

“Uh…” I managed, not fully awake yet. I glanced around for ...