Arya was willing to let Armaan get away with 'dish', if only this time.
"He says in the summer we're going to go down to his place in Martha's Vineyard, isn't that amazing?" Arya sighed happily as she thought of how cool that was going to be, just the two of them being tourists together, staying in bed most of the time. "And do get that the age thing is weird for you." She squeezed Armaan's knee. "I know you're looking out for me, and this isn't like with Mark." Mark had been thirty when Arya was seventeen. She'd really thought she was in love with him but it had gotten so messy and he'd gotten so possessive. It had been Armaan she'd called to save her when it all seemed like it was about to fully explode. Armaan was her prince, always had been. "This thing with me and Ethan, we really respect each other. We never lie to each other."