SIENNA’S POV
“Sienna, honey? Come clear the kitchen with me.” The moment those words left mum's mouth, I knew it was a trap. I knew she wanted to address something I did at the table! Ugh… when would this end!?
I sighed and stood up to follow her. As we walked, I saw that familiar look of selfish concern draw itself on her face and I knew I was in for it.
“What is it?” I asked immediately my feet touched the kitchen floors
She laid her buttocks on a chair close to the table and said, “Have a seat, sweetie. We need to talk”
Uhm… overly calling me pet names and the sudden need to have a conversation? I don't like how this was going. I reluctantly sat opposite her. “What is it?” I made sure she saw my eyes roll. I knew she hated it, but at that point, I hoped it would be my saviour - she
