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?”

Queenie’s

snapped, her face flushing red as she

worry–just remember to rinse your mouth after.

offering her hand, instead looking down at Sienna. Her sweet voice belied

end our conversation here.” She turned her attention to Vera, seated across from

forward to working together,” Vera said, rising and completely ignoring

brief handshake, Vera slung her purse

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the restaurant.

before sharing a glance with Max, who remained serenely at his seat.

own glass, miming a toast through the air before taking a delicate

graceful figure disappeared from view,

in her direction. Her sharp tongue and

all, hauled herself to her feet, grabbed her purse, and shot Max a venomous

main players gone, Max finally stood, straightened his suit

in the restaurant’s parking lot trash