(Author's POV)
The French restaurant was quiet at noon, all white tablecloths and soft piano music. Sienna had chosen it deliberately. A place this refined made tears look elegant.
She'd spent three days calling Serena before the girl finally agreed to meet. Three days of soft pleading, a few strategically placed sobs, and a well-timed reminder that they were practically family.
"I just need you to know," Sienna said, her voice catching, "I am not that person. I would never deliberately destroy a marriage. Never."
Serena shifted in her seat. "Sienna, I didn't say you did."
"But you've been avoiding me." Sienna pressed a folded napkin to the corner of her eye. "I can feel it. Everyone's been looking at me like I'm some kind of monster."
"It's just the gossip online. It'll die down."
