ARIA’S POV
I had learned something about Agatha over the years.
If you wanted her to do something, you had to make it sound like it was her idea.
“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand.
She looked suspiciously at me.
“Where?”
“The garden.”
“Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Aria.”
“Agatha.”
She sighed.
“You're planning something.”
“Why...