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?”

you have tried it.” Queenie’s airy reply cut straight

nonsense!” Sienna snapped, her face flushing red as

worry–just remember to rinse your mouth

stood, never offering her hand, instead looking down at Sienna.

here.” She turned her attention to Vera, seated across

Windsor, it was such a pleasure. I look forward to working together,” Vera said, rising and completely ignoring

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

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the restaurant.

a glance with Max, who remained serenely at his seat. He raised his empty wine

her own glass, miming a toast

disappeared from view, Sienna’s eyes practically

in her direction. Her sharp tongue and cutting tone hadn’t

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

finally stood, straightened his suit jacket, and calmly settled the bill

jacket lay abandoned in the restaurant’s parking lot trash