(Author's POV)
Sienna stared at the orange Hermès bag sitting on the desk, rejected. A surge of disbelief and irritation flushed through her veins. How dare this woman refuse her? And in front of an audience?
Sienna didn't bother looking at Ms. Lane. She lowered her gaze to her freshly manicured nails, inspecting the flawless French tips.
"Ms. Lane," Sienna said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Unless the building is on fire, I don't understand why you are wasting my precious time."
The air in the small office seemed to solidify.
A mother in a beige trench coat stepped forward, her face flushed with anger. "Excuse me? Your daughter has been bullying other girls for weeks. And today, because of her lie, eighty percent of the class missed the dress rehearsal. And you have the ne
