SIENNA'S POV
Breakfast felt like a punishment I couldn't escape. And I would've escaped it if Monica hadn't insisted on everyone eating together, for some reason.
The dining room looked perfect as usual, sunlight spilling across the long mahogany table, food arranged like we were filming for some commercial.
I knew the bacon was crispy and all, but I couldn't taste it.
Not when Everett’s rejection still sat like acid on my tongue.
I kept my gaze down, stirring sugar into my coffee even though I didn’t take sugar.
I didn't trust myself to look up, at him.
He'd never been that harsh with me before. Last night was the first time, and I wasn't sure what to do about it. Or what to do with the feelings I had for him that his rejection hadn't destroyed.
Leo, was suspiciously in a delightf
