Sienna’s pov

The laughter died in my throat. It felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Daniel. And Jake. Surrounded by all those women. Their arms around them, their heads thrown back in easy laughter. He looked so happy. So free. So completely over me.

I gripped my glass. My knuckles turned white. The bitter taste of my drink matched the one in my mouth. Lila, beside me, was still chattering about some gallery drama. I forced a smile. A wide, fake one. "Oh, that's hilarious," I ...