Lions and tigers and silver panthers, oh my! Biedermeister and Bitschi's pet cats weren't the only dangerous things running around Atlantic City. Aria thinks the sole witnesses to her marriage and annulment were some celebrity look-alikes and a grumpy court official, but I had front row seats for the whole affair. And unlike the state of New Jersey, I'm not going to pretend it never happened—especially when I learned sooooo much from the unhappy couple.
Like…while Hallbjorn may know how to detonate an explosive, Aria's the one with the self-destruct button. She ruins everything she touches: Ezra's career. Her parents' marriage. Her own relationships. Yet for someone so easily burned, Aria keeps playing with fire—she falls in and out of love faster than you can say "I do." I can only imagine who her next relationship will be with—another artist, another Typical Rosewood Boy?—and how it will end. Unless, of course, I end it for her.
This is the problem with artsy girls. They treat life like a blank canvas, painting over their missteps and never learning from their mistakes. Every new guy, every new town is simply an opportunity to try on a new persona. But moving to Iceland doesn't fix a broken family, dyeing a vintage wedding dress lime-green doesn't make it fabulous new prom-wear, and nothing, absolutely nothing, gets Aria and her friends off the hook for what they did.
The honeymoon's over, Aria. And reality is going to bite.
That's something Spencer has to find out, too. She still hopes that she can start fresh with her damaged family. But don't worry, my pretties. Spencer is about to learn that not everyone deserves—or gets—a happy New Year…
—A