(Author's POV)
She was still sitting there, going in circles, when her phone rang.
Sienna's name appeared on the screen.
She picked up.
"Tiffany." Sienna's voice was warm, easy, the sound of someone who had no problems worth mentioning. "Are you free this afternoon? I was thinking the Four Seasons - the nail salon on the second floor. We haven't gone in weeks."
Tiffany closed her eyes. "Sienna, I need to tell you something. But you have to promise me it stays between us."
A small pause. "Of course," Sienna said. "You know you can trust me. What is it?"
She already had a feeling, actually. The way these things moved through the right circles, she'd caught fragments - enough to form a rough shape. But she kept her voice light and her tone open, because the most useful information alwa
