Chapter 184

Siena POV

The bathroom door clicked shut behind us, muffling the noise of laughter from the dinner party outside.

Faye stood in the middle of the tiled floor, her cheeks flushed, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her gown. She looked like a schoolgirl caught sneaking out past curfew.

Cleo and I stood in front of her, arms folded, eyes narrowed. We must’ve looked like a pair of mafia interroga