They slipped back into the gala through the side entrance. The one near the kitchen. Where the staff came and went.
Music drifted out. Laughter. The clink of champagne glasses.
Everything normal. Everything perfect.
Sienna's legs felt weak. Each step harder than the last.
"Fix your hair." Lora's voice was quiet. Urgent. "And your dress. You look like you've been running."
Because she had been. Running through hallways. Down stairs. Away from Noah finding her.
Sienna smoothed down her dress. Tucked hair behind her ears. Tried to breathe normal.
"Better?" Her voice shook.
Lora studied her face. "Your lipstick's smeared. Here."
She pulled out her own lipstick. Fixed Sienna's mouth with quick strokes.
"There. Now smile. Look happy. Like nothing happened."
Sie
