Sienna removed her contact lenses, blinking at the mirror as her eyes adjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Her heels were already kicked off, the gala dress hanging half-zipped around her waist. She looked tired. Not in the cute, effortless way either—just drained.

Her phone vibrated where it sat on the marble counter.

Cohen.

She picked it up and answered without much enthusiasm. “Yeah?”

“You sure it was smart to invite her?”

Sienna rolled her eyes, twisting her hair into a loose bun. “I didn’t invite her, Cohen. Riley did. And even if I had, it’s not like she was snooping.”

“She’s been asking questions. Someone’s been poking around Liliana’s...