CHAPTER 40

Sienna slipped into her black, velvet halter dress, adjusting the hem as she checked herself in the mirror one last time. Her makeup was minimal—just enough to hide the fatigue beneath her eyes, but not enough to conceal the ache that lived in them. A week hadn’t healed her pain, but she knew staying home wouldn't either. Her heart still mourned her grandfather, the man who raised her like his own, whose absence felt like a permanent chill in her bones.

At exactly 8 p.m., she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs, her heels clicking lightly against the wooden steps. Damian stood in the living room, arms crossed casually, leaning against the wall. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.

"Ready for the madness at Velvet Noir?" he asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sienna gave a soft chuckle, nodding. "More than ready."