Owned by my boss
Clara says as she perks her mother cheeks and smiles at me
She followed me around we greet the people who came like we were meant to ,my mother had reigning praises to Clara and how perfect she will be as my wife
We were called to cut the cake as ,The laughter, the music, the endless congratulations—all of it blurred together as I stood there with Clara’s hand hooked in mine, pretending this was the life I wanted. My chest was heavy, every smile a mask I could barely keep in place. Then the ballroom doors slammed open, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The entire room went still. My head snapped up, and there she was—Sienna. Framed in the doorway, fire in her eyes, her presence burning thro