Chapter 65

SIENNA

When we returned to the table, Valeria was already gone.

No dramatic exit. No storming heels or slammed doors. Just her empty wineglass—and the scent of her chaos, lingering like cheap perfume in a velvet room.

“She said she had something important to get to,” Vivian offered with a polite smile.

Right. Something important.

Like poisoning the air then vanishing before it turned on her.

Lunch