Aria’s POV

It was early evening, and Jameson and I were finally leaving. The past twenty-four hours had been nothing short of blissful, and people who made me feel like I belonged here.

Everyone was gathered outside, saying their goodbyes. Hugs were exchanged, smiles shared, and promises made.

“Visit me often, Aria,” my mother-in-law said, holding my hands gently.

I nodded. “I will. I promise.”

Our bags had already been loaded into the limousine. Kylie and Anastasia stood by, both ...