CHAPTER 20

Sienna walked into Velvet Noir, the usual scent of whiskey and expensive cologne greeted her as she made her way to the bar. It was a Saturday night, the place was already buzzing with energy, people laughing, chatting, and enjoying the music. But it all felt distant to her, like she was watching everything from behind a glass wall.

She found Marco at the bar, leaning over as he wiped down the counter, the same easy grin on his face. His presence was a comfort, a reprieve from the storm of thoughts that had been swirling in her mind lately.

"You're here late," Marco said, his eyes lighting up as he saw her approach. "I missed you, Sienna." His voice was playful, teasing, like he always was when she walked in.

Sienna managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just got caught up with a few things," she replied. She wasn’t sure if she was talking about work, Damian, or the mess of emotions that seemed to be swirling inside her. It was all the same lately.