Aria shook her head then rested her forehead against Ben's chest, the top of her head fitting under his chin,
"I know you haven't been here long, but I can't stand to wait too long. I know people will talk about me, but that is something I have dealt with all my life." She grinned up at Ben,
"Obviously I don't look Italian. My blonde hair has been a talking point for a long time." Sighing, Aria bit her lip,
"Let's leave tomorrow. Mama will not be happy, but Papa will understand. I don't have many friends and they're all involved with other things."