Sienna Koch
I walked back to my room and locked myself in it. I didn't want to see anyone, especially and in no specific order: my mother, my sister, or Salvatore DiMarco. I lay on my bed and tried to sleep, but that was such a waste of time, and after several futile attempts, I gave up. I started pacing my suite, and suddenly decided that I wanted fresh air, so I stepped out on my balcony and sat there, hearing the soft humming of the ocean.
Why has my life turned into s**t in less than a month? I was supposed to be marrying Frederick after Christmas, but now my sister is getting the dream wedding to the dream man, a couple of days before Christmas… the f*****g irony.
My sister dearest f****d a man, a powerful one who is here, threatening to open his mouth, and my mother chose to of
