Sienna’s Pov
My heart beat fast against my ribs as I waited in the quiet kitchen.
I leaned my back against the marble counter, watching the hallway that led to Dominic’s office. Every second felt like a whole hour. I had poured my entire soul into the letter sitting on his desk. No business talk. No contracts. Just my raw, honest heart written out in black ink.
A moment later, soft footsteps echoed across the wooden floorboards.
Dominic walked into the kitchen. His broad shoulders were still slightly tense, but his dark eyes looked wide, soft, and glassy with unshed tears. He held the thick white letter tightly in his hand, his fingers trembling just a little bit.
I pushed off the counter, standing straight. "Did you read it?"
Dominic didn't answer right away. He crossed the kitchen
