ARYA'S POINT OF VIEW

I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing out the emerald green dress I had chosen for tonight.

The color brought a smile to my face despite my nerves. It reminded me of that night in the courtyard and the first time Giovanni and I truly kissed.

But the smile quickly faded, replaced by a cold feeling in her chest.

Giovanni hadn't been around all day.

Not when I returned from gelato with Marco and Christabel, with their laughter still ringing in my ears.

Not wh