Isla’s POV
Sienna’s face didn’t match the soft romantic glow of a newly married bride. It was thunderous.
Sharp, vibrating, ready to split the walls of the hall open.
She stood stiffly for exactly three seconds after the photographer dismissed us. Then she leaned to Vincenzo, whispered something I didn’t catch, and turned sharply toward me.
Her eyes locked on mine. A signal: Come.
Before I could process anything, her fingers wrapped around my wrist with familiar urgency, and she pulled—hard. With her other hand, she grabbed Zayne by the sleeve.
“Move,” she hissed at him.
Zayne blinked, clearly annoyed but following anyway. Rico cast me a worried look, but I mouthed, I’m fine. Even though I wasn’t sure I was.
The three of us slipped out of the hall, past the murmuring guests and the
