Nine

“I’m telling you, she’s the one! I would recognise that lowlife good for nothing bitch anywhere. Money and class could not change her,” Sienna barely caught into Gisella’s words as she approached their table because as soon as they spotted Sienna, everyone quieted down, exchanging stares between them.

“Are we having fun?” Sienna spoke up with a big smile on her face despite knowing she had been the topic of conversation a few seconds ago. None of them replied to Sienna’s question, but she didn’t let that stop her from pulling out the empty chair between Gisella and Natalia.

A waiter approaches their table, offering a glass of champagne to Sienna and then to the others. Sienna gracefully sipped her champagne, not faltering at the way they intensely stared at her every mannerisms. The waiter gone, Sienna placed her glass on the table. She pushes the hair that covered her cheek bone over her shoulder, crossed her legs and smiled at Natalia.

“So, what brings you to Portsmouth?” Natalia a