[Anastasia's point of view]
Sienna.
The name was reverberating in my head over and over again like an unsteady record.
Enzo has a fiancee and he has never for once mentioned it or had anyone ever mention it. As the name coil in my head, I felt like a clown.
“You can not tell anyone I told you about, no one is supposed to know.” Rue's warning voice also halo in my head and I didn't realize I was crying until a sob split out of me.
“Is there something you want to tell me, doll?”
I nearly recoiled at Enzo’s voice. I slowly lifted my head, finding Enzo sitting on the sofa, looking through papers scattered all over the table. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt that was dragged up to his elbows and in a pair of matching grey pants. And laid on the bridge of his nose was a pair
