The Red Lace

Tessa's pov

Fate could not be any crueler as I mindlessly let Sienna drag me down the long, carpeted hall. Her manicured fingernails dig sharply into the soft flesh of my arm, her grip tight and unyielding like a steel trap. She hums a cheerful, upbeat melody that echoes loudly off the high walls, the bright sound grating harshly against my ears. She acts as though she is leading me to a grand ce