"I'm not married."
"Ah…" That was all the word Sienna managed to say.
Her mind, however, was saying so many more words.
'Not married. So, he divorced? Or did his wife pass away? When did she die? Wait, when did he get married? He looked so young...' The words echoed in her head so loudly, she felt like they were banging inside her head.
"Goodnight," he said simply, turning toward the stairs without waiting for her response.
"Goodnight, Zach," she whispered.
Sienna stood there for a moment, watching his figure fade up to the second floor. Only when she could no longer see him did her hand gently rise, resting over her chest.
Her heart was still beating fast.
But this time… it felt different.
...
Sienna returned to her bedroom, gently closing the door behind her as if afraid to disturb the stillness of the villa.
What happened today—no, the entire evening—played slowly in her mind, like scenes from a movie she wasn't quite ready to rewatch
