The Wrong Woman

Sienna quickly shook her head. "I-"

Before she could finish, Florence interrupted, "Yeah, that's right, stay with us. It's convenient, free, and safe. It's too dangerous for a young woman to stay in a hotel alone!"

"Thank you, Madam Florence, but I'll be fine at the hotel," Sienna replied. She felt a bit panicked inside.

It had been a year since she had last seen Daniel. She didn't even know if he was married now. Maybe no one here knew she used to be his girlfriend. Staying here would be so awkward.

"Sienna, please stay here," Mila pleaded, hugging Sienna's arm. "I'm busy planning the wedding, and there's so much to do. If you're here, you can give me some suggestions, and I won't feel overwhelmed."

"Wanda, I've never been married, so I don't know much about these things." Sienna felt lost and anxious as she tried to decline their kindness. Their enthusiasm overwhelmed her.

Florence stood up and called to the maid behind her, "Prepare a room for Ms. Lawson."

"Yes, madam," the maid replied and headed upstairs.

Visibly panicked, Sienna quickly stood up. "It's truly fine. I'll stay at the hotel-"

the hand and leading her upstairs. "Come on. Let me show you my wedding dress and gown."

Florence replied with

a room and pulled a wedding dress and an evening gown from the walk-in closet. The

beautiful,"

touch it, afraid she might

happiness, her face full of joy. "Nate

Morrison is really good

on the bed. Then, she walked over to

she whispered into Sienna's ear, "Sienna,

darkened, and her mood grew somber. She recalled the words Daniel had

commit to you. I would return to Phoenicia and marry someone from a more suitable background." Even after a year, those words still pierced her heart with pain whenever she thought of them. But she never resented

suitable match for him. She was aware of her place and thought ending a relationship when love had faded was far