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.

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

they exchanged rings and kissed.

was only 23, four years

the ceremony, the reception began. Mila changed into a beautiful evening gown and

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

today, Sienna," a man's Dominic holding a cocktail, his smile warm ice said.

you're 23, so I'm four years older than you. Shouldn't you call me

her, Dominic continued the conversation. "So,

brief pause, she decided to brush it off and focused on her

"No," Sienna answered shortly.

don't have a girlfriend, either. Do you mind dating younger men?"