Sienna's POV

I walked toward the table with a lump in my throat, each of my steps feeling heavier, I slid into the seat beside Noah, forcing a smile as he looked at me.

“Good morning,” I greeted them quietly.

Lorenzo only gave a nod.

“Good morning. How was your night?” Noah asked, his tone soft as he tilted his head toward me.

“I’m fine,” I said, almost without thinking. My eyes drifted toward Lorenzo for some moment, then flicked back to Noah as I tried to keep my expression ...