Monica’s warning still hung in her mind long after Aria returned home. For some reason, she simply couldn’t shake it. But she knew Jake and she knew he of all people understood what she was going through. He would be the first person to tell her to get on that plane and face Theo.
“Knock, knock.”
Aria looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway. She smiled, “What’s up, maman?”
Macey couldn’t help but chuckle at the title all her kids bestowed on her. It didn’t matter how many languages they knew, for some reason that was the one for mother that truly stuck with them. And they continued to call her it even as they grew older.
She sighed, studying Aria as she busied herself with preparations for going out. Aria wore a long-sleeved top, skirt, leggings and ankle-high leather boots
