The morning came gray and cold.
Sienna walked barefoot through the city streets. Still wearing the silver gown from last night. Crumpled now. Dirty at the hem. Stained with sand and salt water.
Her makeup was smudged. Mascara dried in streaks down her cheeks. Hair tangled from the sea wind.
The heels dangled from her fingers. She'd tried to wear them. Made it two blocks before her feet couldn't take it anymore.
She walked in silence. No taxi. No phone. No tears left.
Just exhaustion. Emptiness. The weight of everything pulling her down with each step.
People passed her. Gave her strange looks. Probably thought she was doing the walk of shame. Coming home from some party. Some bad decision.
They weren't wrong.
Landon's words played in her head. Over and over. Like
