Aria's POV

The cab stopped in front of the restaurant, and I slowly stepped out, staring up at the building. The place looked familiar. Then it hit me—it was the same spot Mia’s date had taken us to that afternoon.

I hesitated for a moment, brushing down the sides of my outfit then walked inside. The restaurant was softly lit, calm music playing in the background. I pulled out my phone and tried calling Ana, but her number wasn’t reachable.

I looked around checking each table when I saw ...