~CAKE~
By the time Elianna arrived, the sun had gone down and the wine was cold.
The compound felt different from back home. Here felt polished, not too many eyes on you.
The pool lights were already on. The water glowed an artificial blue that made everything look expensive.
Sienna was in the middle of the pool, recounting what had happened on set earlier like she had just survived a battlefield.
“I swear to God,” she said, pushing wet hair off her face, “if that stylist ever touches your waist again and says, ‘Let’s define your silhouette,’ I will define her obituary.”
Elianna laughed softly, floating on her back like she didn’t belong to gravity.
“You threatened her, didn’t you?” I asked.
“I educated her,” Sienna corrected.
“That’s worse.”
We were drinking something cold and
