Chapter 66

SIENNA

Celine wasn’t ready to talk.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t.

She told me everything in that signature Celine-way—truth wrapped in glitter, deflection folded into sarcasm. But beneath all the sparkle, the story bled through.

It started last year. An accident, she said. A drunken night that wasn’t supposed to repeat—until it did. Again and again. And now? They were stuck in a rhythm of not-q