Worlds Apart

SIENNA'S POV

The kitchen was hot and smelled like freshly baked bread, roasted meat, and expensive wine. The sounds of clinking trays, bubbling pots, and murmured instructions filled the space as the work and study students gathered backstage, waiting for direction. Mrs. Hollis stood at the center, her sharp eyes scanning each of us as though she could already tell who might embarrass her tonight.