The Wrong Woman

"You're Wanda's friend. Helping you is the least I can do," Daniel said with a forced, bitter smile. "Besides, with her skills, she could help you too."

Sienna felt a pang of disappointment. Deep down, she still had lingering feelings for him and held onto hope. After their abrupt breakup a year ago, she should've known her place.

She wondered why she still harbored fantasies about Daniel. She wanted to slap herself for her foolishness.

"Thank you," she replied faintly, then immediately shut the door. She locked it, leaned against the door, and stared ahead, her vision blurred by tears. She didn't want her troubles to dampen Mila's wedding joy. On the wedding day, Sienna couldn't resist Mila's persistent pleas and ended up being her bridesmaid.

Mila, in her stunning white wedding gown and exquisite makeup, looked like a beloved princess. She walked arm-in-arm with Nathan through the romantic garden-surrounded by flowers, green trees, and a lush natural lawn-with petals dancing in the air.

The scene was incredibly romantic.

The guest list was small, consisting of only close family, friends, and professional partners. Every face was beaming with happiness.

glistening with emotion. Nathan, brimming with excitement,

both were teary-eyed. In front of their loved ones, they exchanged rings and kissed. Their wedding was simple and refined, without any tacky emcees or silly

Youngblood. He was only 23, four years younger than Sienna. He

the reception began. Mila changed into a beautiful evening gown and joined everyone for

played soothing piano melodies. Sienna sat at a table, enjoying the

holding a cocktail, his smile

you're 23, so I'm four years older than you. Shouldn't you call me Ms. Lawson?" Sienna

continued the conversation. "So, you and Mrs. Morrison talked

words. After a brief pause, she decided to brush it off and focused

"No," Sienna answered shortly.

either. Do you mind dating younger men?" Dominic