Sienna braced herself, expecting an introduction, followed by at least a token apology for being dragged to the spa without her will. Instead, the Queen mother's gaze swept over her, lingering on her body. Her lips curled into a smile that was both amused and cutting.
"Well," she said, " her voice rich and commanding, "its a good thing you've lost so much fat. When Lina first told me that you had volunteered to step in for Amani, I imagined a piglet waddling in silk. At least now you look more like a healthy cow dressed for the market."
The words struck like a whip. The bridesmaids gasped, some hiding their laughter behind jeweled hands. Lina giggled, delighted at her mother's wit.
Sienna's jaw tightened, her hands curling into fists, despite the wolf attendant's grip, Her heart pounded, fury rising like fire in her chest.
