Aria could hear Ben calling for her, but she kept running. She had to break this off before Benjamin broke her heart. Jogging off the beach and back to their discarded clothes, she then went back into the town, Aria ran through the square and up the path to her home. There she holed up in the kitchen, baking and cleaning for her mother, doing whatever she said. As Aria chopped fruit for a pie she couldn't help but think that maybe she was meant to stay on this island, to be stuck here. The thought made her want to vomit, but she saw no other option, it would be her only way of forgetting Ben.

Later that evening Aria helped her mother carry pies down to the square for the festival, her dress cleaned and her blue ribbon tying back her hair. Boys from the town watched her as she walked by, she knew that they liked the look of the wild girl looking more like a local girl. At her family's stall, Aria stood behind the makeshift counter, leaning on it, waiting for the night to begin.