A Cruel Display

~SIENNA POV~

The yellow dress Rafael chose is bright. Too bright.

It makes me look like a canary. A beacon. As we walk across the manicured lawn toward the cliffs, I realize that is exactly the point. He wants me to be seen.

The Spanish sun is high and hot, beating down on my shoulders, but Rafael is cool as ice beside me. His hand is a heavy weight on the small of my back, steering me, pushing me