Chapter 89

Aria's POV I scan the glittering ballroom, trying not to let my anxiety show as all these wealthy socialites stare at me like I'm some exotic creature in a zoo. That's when I spot him—Liam, standing across the room with a champagne glass clutched in his hand, staring right at me and Aiden. Just my luck. The night was already overwhelming enough without my ex deciding to make an appearance. I quickly look away, muttering under my breath. "What is it?" Aiden asks, his hand still possessively on my waist. "Nothing important," I say, forcing a smile. "Just spotted someone I'd rather avoid." Aiden follows my gaze briefly, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly when he sees Liam. Without a word, he guides me toward the bar, keeping his body slightly between me and Liam's line of sight. I can't help but appreciate the protective gesture. "Drink?" he offers, handing me a glass of rich red wine. I almost take a sip of the red wine Aiden hands me before freezing mid-motion. God, what am I think