Sienna

"Holy smokes!"

I froze. Lexi was standing near the coat rack, a red plastic cup halfway to her mouth. She stared at me, her eyes traveling from my heels up to my hair, her jaw literally hanging open.

"Sienna?" she breathed, sounding like she had just seen a ghost.

"Hi, Lexi," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the loud music.

Her expression shifted instantly from shock to something serious—panic. She stepped toward me, blocking my path further into the house. "You can't be ...