ELLE
Sienna's office is quiet when I walk in.
Too quiet. The kind of quiet that means she's been preparing for this conversation, and she's not going to let me wiggle out of it.
"Sit," she says, and she doesn't look angry. She looks worried. Which is somehow worse.
I sit.
"What's going on with you and Blake Delvalle?" she asks directly.
"Nothing," I say immediately.
Sienna leans back in her chair. She studies me for a long moment.
"Elle," she says, and her voice is soft. "I'm trying to protect you, but I can't do that if you're lying to me."
Something in her tone the gentleness, the genuine care breaks something open in me.
I don't say anything. I just start crying.
Not delicately. Not the kind of crying where you maintain composure. Real crying. Messy, gasping, the kind of cryi
