Sienna pov
I push Onyx's door open, stepping inside. "Knock knock."
His back is turned to me, his head bowed as he fiddles with his cuff. He looks effortlessly good in a pressed, tailored suit.
He glances over his shoulder, then back at what he is doing. "Oh. Hey."
I circle around him, noting the lines of tension in his forehead as he struggles with his cufflink. I brush his hands off, and take over for him, clipping it into place.
"Look at you, all nervous." I smile.
"I'm not nervous," he dismisses. When my smile doesn't fade, his eyes narrow. "Sienna. I'm not nervous."
"Yeah alright." I step back, gliding my eyes over his person. "You look...nice."
Today is the day. Onyx failed to push back on his mother's wishes, and now four women and their escorts are moving into the manor unt
