The restaurant glowed against the dark city streets. Five stars. Michelin rated. The kind of place where silence cost money and appearances meant everything.
Sienna stood on the sidewalk staring up at it. Her white dress felt too tight. Her heels too high. Everything wrong.
"Stand up straight." Victoria's hand pressed against her back. "And smile. You look miserable."
Sienna forced her mouth into something resembling a smile. It felt like a grimace.
"That's better." Victoria smoothed down her own dress. "Remember. Pleasant. Agreeable. This dinner is crucial."
Her father was already inside. Checking their reservation. Making sure everything was perfect.
Always perfect on the surface. Rotting underneath.
Lora walked beside Sienna. Her arm linked through hers. "You okay
