Mag-log inThe next morning arrived far earlier than I would have liked.The previous night still lingered at the edges of my thoughts as I made my way back toward the theater, and despite every attempt to focus on something else, I couldn't stop replaying the memory of Luca sitting across from me at that crowded karaoke bar, watching me suffer through every ridiculous song he had selected with entirely too much satisfaction.Part of me was still annoyed.The other part hated how much fun I had secretly had.Unfortunately, neither feeling helped as I stepped through the backstage entrance and returned to the reality waiting for me inside the rehearsal hall."SIENNA!"Beth's voice echoed through the room.Before I could even react, she was already crossing the floor at full speed.A second later, she threw her arms around me.I laughed despite myself."Good morning to you too.""You disappeared.""I was gone for a week.""Exactly."Beth released me and folded her arms dramatically."A whole week.
The host's voice echoed through the speakers."And next up..."My stomach tightened."...Sienna Hart."The room applauded politely.I considered pretending I hadn't heard my name.Unfortunately, several hundred people had heard it.Including Luca.Especially Luca.I turned toward him one final time, hoping for mercy.The man merely lifted his glass and gestured toward the stage.The traitor.I rose from the booth on unsteady legs and made my way through the crowd while every terrible possibility imaginable marched through my head. The casino lights suddenly seemed brighter than they had a few moments ago, the stage larger, the microphone more threatening.By the time I reached center stage, I was already planning my funeral.The host handed me the microphone.The opening notes of the song began.Then realization hit.My eyes narrowed.Of course.Of course he had chosen this song.The lyrics belonged to a classic country hit about a woman carrying on a secret relationship behind her hu
Sienna had never been particularly good at waiting.Unfortunately, waiting was all she had been doing since Luca dropped her off at the villa.Waiting for a phone call.Waiting for news from Beth.Waiting to hear whether Hannah had somehow managed to destroy the entire production in a single weekend.Most of all, waiting to discover what exactly Luca Moretti considered an appropriate punishment.That last thought had occupied far more of her attention than she cared to admit.The villa felt unusually quiet that afternoon. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows overlooking the private courtyard, illuminating untouched cups of coffee and a book she had attempted to read three separate times without making it past the same page.Every time she tried to focus, her thoughts returned to Luca.His anger.His disappointment.The quiet way he had said, You used me.A knot tightened in her stomach.The worst part was that he hadn't entirely been wrong.She had used him.Not maliciously.Not
The hurt in Luca's eyes frightened me far more than his anger ever had.Because anger I understood.Anger shouted.Anger slammed doors.Anger made threats.But disappointment?Disappointment simply stood there in expensive Italian shoes and looked at you as though you had broken something precious.And somehow that felt infinitely worse."Luca," I said quietly, taking a cautious step toward him. "I wasn't trying to use you."His expression didn't change."Then explain it to me."The words were spoken softly.Too softly."Explain why every person in this city knew what was happening except me.""I was trying to protect you."His laugh was bitter."Protect me?""Yes."I folded my arms around myself and fought to keep my voice steady. "Hannah's father is essential to Zenith Springs. Their hotels are important. Their money is important. Their support is important
I could tell that the curtain rose. The murmur of the audience and the shuffle of the actors stopped.And suddenly, backstage became quiet.Not completely silent, because nothing inside The Cashmere Crown Theater was ever truly silent, but the chaotic energy that had consumed the building for hours seemed to disappear all at once. The shouting stage managers, the nervous dancers pacing the hallways, the makeup artists making last-minute adjustments, and even Hannah's endless voice all faded into the distance as the opening notes of Angels and Demons echoed through the speakers.The show had begun.And for the first time all evening, I had absolutely nothing to do.I sat alone inside my dressing room.The costume rack stood untouched in the corner. My makeup lights illuminated the mirror in front of me. A vase of fresh lilies—today's gift from Luca—rested beside a half-finished latte and a box of macarons he had sent that mo
The rest of the week passed with a strange sort of peace, and I wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.For the first time since arriving at The Cashmere Crown, my life wasn't consumed by rehearsals, emergencies, gunfire, marriage contracts, or impossible decisions. Jake honored our arrangement and kept my absence quiet, while I spent the next several days inside my villa enjoying something I had almost forgotten existed.Rest.It felt surprisingly luxurious.Most mornings began with flowers.Not one arrangement.A different arrangement.Every single day.On Monday, pale pink lilies arrived with no card because none was necessary. On Tuesday, someone delivered white peonies and coffee from my favorite café before I had even climbed out of bed. Wednesday brought chocolate chip cookies still warm enough to melt in my hands. Thursday came with a bouquet of sunflowers and an assortment of pastries that probably cost more th
Morning arrived far too quickly.One moment I was asleep beneath a blanket beside a dying fire, wrapped around the most dangerous man in Las Vegas, and the next I was waking slowly to the gentle rhythm of his breathing beneath my cheek and the golden rays of sunrise spilling across the sui
The elevator ride upward was conducted in complete silence.Not awkward silence.Not uncomfortable silence.Just quiet.The kind of quiet that settled between two people after laughter and dancing and too much wine, when words no longer seemed entirely necessary.
The music slowed.Not completely.Just enough for the energy of the room to shift.The wild excitement faded into something softer, something heavier, and the couples around us naturally moved closer together beneath the golden lights hanging above the dance floor.Not
I adjusted the rhinestones in my costume and reminded myself that rich people were human too.They laugh. They cry. They spend a thousand dollars an hour hiring a nobody Vegas showgirl like me for private performancesNo, not that kind of show.This was a scripted set our director reserved for hi







