ARIA'S POV
“So, are we going to breakfast with everyone or not?" Vivian asked.
I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth, staring at her over my shoulder. "You're so eager to embrace this. I wish this were you and not me."
"Hell yeah, I'd be lapping this up. Hot werewolf wanting to mate me and take care of me? In some fancy digs? Sign me up."
I rolled my eyes, rinsing my brush, finishing my morning routine. "I guess we can go to breakfast. But I'm still annoyed at Caden. He shouldn't have touched my stuff. He acts so immature sometimes. You'd think with how old he is...how old do you think he is, by the way?"
Vivian tapped her lips. "I'm not really sure. Old though. Leo won't put a number on it, but his implications are old as fuck."
"You think anyone above the age of thirty is old as f*
