Sienna barely even glanced back as she walked off, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, her minions flanking her like a damn entourage.

But then—one of them stopped.

A girl with sleek brown hair, a designer purse slung over her arm, and an expression that screamed I think I’m better than you. She gave Ryder a sweet smile, tilting her head like she was doing something important.

“Sienna wanted me to give you this.”

She held out a black and gold invitation.

“For the party tonight,” ...