The Club

Sienna’s POV:

Greta arrives at my apartment just as I’m about to throw on something simple. Her car pulls up with the familiar hum of its engine, and I can already hear the music blasting from inside. When I open the door, she’s standing there, her blonde hair tumbling in loose waves around her shoulders, her red lipstick as bold as always. She’s dressed in a tight black dress that hugs her curves