Morning light cut through tall windows. Warm. Golden. Too bright for how Sienna felt.
The dining room smelled like coffee and toast. Normal. Calm. Fake.
She sat at the table with her parents. Fork in hand. Food untouched.
Her mind was somewhere else. Last night. The rain. Landon's lips on hers. His voice breaking. "You should hate me."
But she didn't. She couldn't.
Her mother's voice cut through. "Sienna, darling. Are you alright?"
Sienna looked up. Forced a smile. "Just tired."
Her mother's eyes narrowed. She didn't believe it. But she let it go.
Sienna's father glanced at his watch. Muttered something about a meeting. Always meetings. Always business.
The moment felt peaceful. Almost normal.
Then the doorbell rang.
Everyone looked up.
The butler appe
