Dinner Games

Sienna’s POV

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I don’t know why my chest felt so tight.

It was just dinner.

Just dinner with my mother, my sister, and… her husband.

And yet, my palms were sweating like I was walking into a courtroom.

I sat between Emilio and Lorenzo in the backseat of the sleek black car. Donato drove quietly up front, his eyes fixed on the road like he was heading into enemy territory. I didn’t blame him. In