“He looks expensive, Maya,” Sienna said softly. “Is that what heartbreak costs now?”
Maya looked at her for one full second.
Sienna had always known how to make cruelty sound like conversation. In high school, it had been a talent. At twenty-six, with diamonds at her ears and Noah Whitman’s attention never quite secured, it had become a profession.
Maya smiled.
Not warmly. Not kindly.
“No,” she said. “Heartbreak was free. You sent it to me.”
For the first time that evening, Sienna Moore had nothing ready.
The silence between them lasted only a moment, but it was enough. Enough for Sienna’s mouth to tighten. Enough for the polished calm in her eyes to c***k. Enough for Maya to remember that the girl who had sent that video two years ago had not won because she was stronger. She had w
