Sienna’s POV

“But we mapped it all out together,” Vivienne says, voice thin and hurt. “The snorkeling. The luau. Everything.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Jonah answers, not softening. “But it’s my honeymoon with my wife. It wouldn’t be right to drag you along just to abandon you once we’re there.”

Vivienne’s gaze snaps to me, sharp enough to cut. The hate in it is so clean and concentrated I actually recoil. “Was this her? Did she ...