Sierra Summers' blood suddenly turned cold.
She stood still, stiff and motionless, staring blankly at the two people as they separated.
Sierra took a serious look at the woman—sexy, mature, and charming—completely matching the standards Caleb Sterling had initially set for his ideal partner.
Sierra's heart plummeted straight into an abyss. She stood there numbly, letting the wind blow over her for a while, before finally regaining her senses under several gazes.
She blinked, her eyes dry, but the tears fell the instant she blinked.
Sierra pressed her lips together, her fingers digging tightly into her palms.
She couldn't cry.
She had put so much care into her makeup, she couldn't let it go to waste.
