Aria's POV

I flushed the toilet and took a deep breath before stepping out, adjusting my hair as I walked to the vanity mirror. My reflection looked normal, at least on the outside. But inside? I was still a little irritated. He had said that so casually, like it was no big deal.

But the moment I looked up, my irritation wavered.

Jameson was standing with the help of his wheelchair, his posture relaxed but his gaze locked on me.

When did he come in?

I quickly tore my eyes away and focused on ...