After another grueling four hours, Sienna finally made it back onto her ship. Her shoulders ached from the endless performance she had just endured. After watching Lina try on the dress, she had been dragged to lunch, a delicious serving of good food, with tight smiles and veiled barbs.
Now that she was back to the world of sanity, Sienna thought she could finally breathe, but Mija slithered forward from the shadows, as if she had been hiding and waiting.
Her grandmother rushed over, two fox cubs in her arms that she thrust at Sienna. "You have two sick children, stop running around and rest with them."
Mija pushed grandma Byra back, waving the phone in her hand, eyes shooting accusations as Sienna. "Explain this." she hissed. The picture was unmistakable: a reporter's snapshot of Sienna, the queen and Lina seated at an outside table of a restaurant, leaning close. All three women were caught mid laugh. To Mija, it was betrayal.
