Wonderful of Bianchi to make Aria's face more heated than a red lobster. Her hands instantly move up to help cool her cheeks down, but that smile can't seem to go away. "A-am I?" She knew of love of course, there was the love she had for her mother and daughter and for the family she was responsible of. But wasn't this sort of love different? It seemed like it was. Aria reigned in some of that heat and composed her voice enough to speak. "I think so. I just never imagined that what I was feeling for him was love." That bliss stops short, brows coming together in thought as a frown begins to form, "but is it alright to love him?"