The Wrong Woman

Bumping into Daniel unexpectedly caught Sienna off guard. Her heart started racing, feeling nervous and a bit overwhelmed. She smiled warmly and nodded hello as she met Daniel's intense gaze. Daniel froze, his hands automatically tightening into fists. Seeing Sienna after a year made his heart race uncontrollably.

She still looked as charming and vibrant as ever. However, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, suggesting a newfound maturity. It was like she was the same, yet somehow different. Her smile was calm and serene, with a hint of detachment.

"Sienna," Mila called out with delight. She hurried over and hugged Sienna warmly.

Sienna returned the hug. "Wanda, it's been ages."

"It really has." Mila stepped back and eyed Sienna up and down. "You've gotten lovelier."

Sienna shyly lowered her head with a smile and remained silent.

Daniel approached Sienna cautiously, his voice gentle as he greeted her, "Sienna, it's been a while."

Sienna didn't meet his gaze. She hung her head and responded, "Yes, it has."

There was a sense of distance between them, tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

step. It suddenly dawned on him why Mila had insisted he take the day off instead of going to

her face. Taking Sienna's hand, she led the

years. There's so

his hands on his hips. He gazed up

reluctance holding him back. Just as he managed to take a few steps forward,

pain in his heart as he remembered. Clenching his fists, he looked away again. He'd been going through this for a year already, so holding on a bit longer wouldn't change much. Deep down, Daniel knew Sienna would eventually leave. He entered his car

into the living room, she noticed a crowd of

way over. She took Sienna's hands and was beaming with happiness. "Is it truly you,

Madam Florence," Sienna

two years since we last saw each other,

"Not quite two years."

missed you so much. Why haven't you come

through his tough time.

where do you work?"