A Vision of Spite

SIENNA'S POV

I had just finished fixing my hair when Myra's voice carried up from downstairs.

"I hope you're ready, girls. It's getting late."

By late, Myra meant it was almost 10 in the morning.

Still, my stepmother's impatient tone made me wince. I reached for my flats, slipping them on as I called back, "Coming!"

The stairs creaked under my feet as I descended. When I reached the bottom, my ste