Aria's pov
I knew people loved what they saw. The way I carried myself and my dress. I could see the admiration in their eyes.
It looked like Isabella couldn't endure it because she came matching when I excused myself to the balcony.
I needed to take a breather since it was becoming stuffy there. I felt her suffocating presence before she even spoke.
"I bet you feel important right now," her stuffy voice reached my ears.
I said nothing at first and focused on the view In front of me. Then I turned and sighed, "what do you want, Isabella?" I asked.
She stepped closer so I could see the sneer on her face, "what I want? Oh gosh, that is a broad question. I want you to stop whatever you are doing,"
I blinked at her, "Do you want me to stop standing here?"
She gritted her teeth, "that's not what I meant and you know it. Are you purposely playing dumb right now?"
"I am confused on what you mean. I came out here to get some air,"
