A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Oh wow! For a second there, I thought someone was eating blue cheese in here. I was just about to ask the waiter when they added that to the menu–so sorry about

that…”

The speaker looked positively innocent.

Sienna glanced up at the sound, wine dripping through her hair and plastering it to her forehead. Paired with her deep red lipstick, she looked like some bedraggled villainess straight out of a horror film.

“It’s you! Queenie!”

Bitterness still tinged Sienna’s voice.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Miss Winston? Sorry about that,” Queenie said, feigning surprise

as she saw Sienna.

She seemed completely oblivious to the resentment in Sienna’s tone, her delicate features drawn into an expression of exaggerated concern. She reached out as if to help Sienna up, but stopped short before actually touching her.

“Miss Winston, was it you who ordered the blue cheese? Because I could swear that awful smell is coming straight from your mouth.”

“What are you talking about? Who would ever eat something like that?”

have tried it.” Queenie’s airy reply

Sienna snapped, her face flushing red as she

delicious, you know. But don’t worry–just remember to rinse your mouth after. It’s

looking down at Sienna. Her sweet voice belied the cold indifference in her

our conversation here.” She turned

a pleasure. I look forward to working

a brief handshake, Vera slung her purse over her shoulder and strode out

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the restaurant.

grabbed her bag, but not before sharing a glance with Max, who remained serenely at his seat. He raised his empty wine glass in

own glass, miming a toast through the air before

disappeared from view, Sienna’s eyes

direction. Her sharp tongue and cutting tone hadn’t exactly earned

grabbed her

his

in the