"—" Aria Joyce froze. She spun around and glared furiously at Mika Summers.
Mika Summers couldn't care less about Aria Joyce's hostility. She reached over, grabbed all the bags of snacks from the bed, and shoved them into Aria's arms. "Miss Joyce, Tristan made himself perfectly clear. Please take your trash and get out of here, right now!"
"You... you... you're going too far!" Aria Joyce's face darkened. It took her a moment before she could choke out the words.
"That's right, I *am* going too far. Tristan is my husband. I think you should keep your distance, Miss Joyce. Otherwise, people might get the wrong idea about you."
