The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the modern penthouse, casting sharp, geometric shadows across the white marble of the hallway. Jade stood before the full-length mirror in her room, smoothing the fabric of a silk slip dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. It wasn’t her dress. The deep emerald hue belonged to Sienna.
The door creaked open without a knock. Sienna stepped in, her eyes scanning the room before locking onto Jade. She stopped dead, her gaze traveling from Jade’s ankles up to the strap of the dress digging slightly into her shoulder.
"Are you kidding me?" Sienna’s voice was a sharp blade, cutting through the morning silence. "That’s my favorite slip. You didn't even ask."
Jade didn't turn around. She watched Sienna’s reflection, a slo
