She Doesn't Need Sienna's Leftovers

The heavy, suffocating silence stretched across the grand living room, thick enough to choke on. Davia’s forced smile finally broke the tension. She waved a perfectly manicured hand toward the massive, nearly bare dining table, her eyes completely ignoring the glaring reality of the spread.

"You still love sleeping in, don't you?" Davia offered casually, her tone dripping with false hospitality.