Aria's POV
I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.
James stared at Damon's hand on my waist with wide, incredulous eyes. "Damon, what… what's going on here?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's my date tonight."
James ran a hand over his forehead, still trying to process it. "What a coincidence!"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask her," Damon said, his eyes locked on mine.
I gave Mr. Donald an awkward nod.
James let out a disappointed sigh, then spread his hands and said to Damon, "Alright, you win again."
He took two steps away, then turned back, took my hand, and bowed to kiss the back of it. "Dear Miss Grayson, until we meet again!"
"James!" Damon's voice carried a clear warning.
James, however, looked like he'd just won the lottery. He didn't care at all. He raised his eyebrows
