Dario's POV
I smiled at Sophia and nodded, signaling to the flight attendant to bring her a glass of champagne. As I did, I couldn't help but glance over at Aubrey, who was sitting across from us, looking unimpressed.
I felt a pang of guilt for a moment, wondering if I was being insensitive to Aubrey's feelings. But then I reminded myself that she had made it clear she was no longer interested in me, and that I had moved on with Sophia. But I knew deep down that it was impossible.
What man in his right senses would go for a liability?
As the flight attendant handed Sophia her champagne, she smiled at me and took a sip, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt a surge of affection for her, and I reached out to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. What is wrong with me exactly? I pinched my brows. What exactly do I want? I asked myself as I glanced at Aubrey.