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.

eyes glistening with emotion. Nathan, brimming with excitement, declared, "Chubs, I finally get to

that moment, both were teary-eyed. In front of their loved ones, they exchanged rings and kissed.

He was only 23, four years

into a beautiful evening gown and

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

cocktail, his smile warm

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

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

"No," Sienna answered shortly.

a girlfriend, either. Do you mind dating younger men?"