ANYTA'S POV
The old lady's hardened as she folded her hands on the table. “I said Sienna’s planning something stinky. I just haven't found out what yet.”
My stomach tightened. I tightened my fingers around the fork and swallowed again as I felt my brows knit together. “Why do you think that?”
She waved a dismissive hand, as though this were obvious. “She’s been acting… strange.”
I took a bite then, chewing as Grandma Jo began to explain, her voice calm but edged with caution.
“Went into the kitchen earlier this week to talk to the new cook. Sienna was there. Acted all sweet and way too eager to please.” She shook her head, a disapproving look on her face.
“Can you believe she said she wants to learn how to cook?”
I paused mid-chew. “That’s it?”
Grandma Jo’s lips pressed together. “
