See who now? The Arabian Prince? Or Mr. A?
Siena turns to look at the person who whispered in her ear. It’s one of the waiters, wearing an all-black ensemble and a black half-mask, as well as sunglasses, even though it’s night time. He is already half-turned, as if expecting her to follow him without any question at all or thought to her own safety.
She stiffens.
Does whoever it is think she’s that stupid? Even kids know better than to go with strangers so easily.
With an arrogant lift of an eyebrow, she looks at the waiter from head to toe and then back, before turning away to go in the opposite direction. It’s dinner time and she has guests. Whoever he is better have the balls to come to her himself.
More annoyed than impressed by what other girls would probably think is romantic
