Aria's POV
I took a smooth step back, slipping easily out of reach before the guards could reach my shoulders.
I locked eyes with the arrogant waiter, keeping my voice dead even.
"Young man, are you sure you wanna do this? There will be consequences."
The waiter blinked, startled for a fraction of a second, before bursting into a loud, mocking laugh.
He practically slapped his knee.
"Are you threatening me?" He sneered, tossing his head back. "Consequences? I'll handle them myself! Let me tell you what—I'm related to the Boltons. I'm only here to help out tonight. Unlike a gold digger like you, I actually come from old money!"
He paused, his eyes crawling up and down my dress with slimy judgment. "If you're really that desperate for a rich man, I can do you a favor. Spend the nig
