Sienna's POV
It was just another day at the office. Trevor and I were knee-deep in the mayor's financials, trying to figure out how many side chicks he was funding under “community outreach.” Spoiler alert: too damn many.
“Girl,” Trevor said, squinting at his screen and then looking at me like I was glowing. “I don’t know where you got that dress from, but it is gorgeous on you. Like—runway-ready, don’t-play-with-her energy.”
I smirked, not even looking up from my laptop. “Saks Fifth.”
He gave me the most dramatic side-eye. “You paid at least a thousand for that.”
“$105. Clearance rack. Caught it during a flash sale.”
He clutched his chest like I’d just told him Santa wasn’t real. “Oh! Oh, she clearance fine today! A discount diva! See, it ain’t the dress wearin’ you—you wearin’ that
