“Mira?” Sienna calls out, more like asking a question.
Mira turned to look at her, her face also shocked and confused at the same time. She didn't know how to react.
The lady she had once called her friend, who hadn't called her since she left San Francisco after her divorce with her husband. Sienna was dressed in a blue denim jean and a white top. Her skin was glowing, indicating she has been having the best of life. She stared at Mira with her big shades plastered on her face. Mira noted that she looked much younger than the last time she had seen her, and she might have had a little surgery done on her face and body, which made her look like a supermodel and absolutely gorgeous.
“Sienna?” she called.
Sienna smiled and rushed over to her, hugging her warmly.
“Oh my goodness, Mira. I
