Siara's dream (1)

Siara was dreaming. 

But this was no ordinary dream—no fleeting, nonsensical vision conjured by a restless mind. It was a memory, vivid and sharp, as if she had been transported back in time. 

A little more than a year ago, a few months before they were transported to this world. A Saturday. 

The week had been exhausting. Long hours at her prestigious private school had drained her, leaving her desperate for an escape. Shopping with her friends seemed like the perfect way to unwind, a much-needed reprieve from the suffocating expectations placed upon her. 

Her mother, however, had other plans. 

"No," Sarina said firmly. 

The woman standing before Siara was none other than her mother, Sarina—Sienna's and her own guiding force, for better or worse.