“Umm, she’s a model,” Elena replied, eyes avoiding Siena’s as she pretended to focus on her breakfast.
“A model?” Siena repeated, unconvinced. “Then why did your brother leave with her?”
“She works for Cris’s company too. Maybe they had some business to discuss,” Elena shrugged, her voice cool, too casual. Siena gave a slow nod.
Suddenly, a sharp shriek cut through the air, startling her.
“Don’t you dare ruin your brother’s wife, turning her into someone like you, you useless brat!”
It was Soraya — looming above them from the upper floor, her sharp eyes blazing as she clutched the ornate banister, glaring down like a queen passing judgment. Siena instinctively glanced up, but Elena’s hand gripped her thigh under the table. A subtle shake of her head told Siena not to look.
After huff
