Chapter Twenty Three

Sienna

I walked around the room as I headed towards the lavish food table which was stacked with many plates of hors d'oeuvres and dainty desserts as well as various alcoholic beverages. It was a party, after all.

I picked up another flute of champagne and took a few sips of the sweet, sparkling drink. I also picked up a mini pastry and was about to savor it when someone's shadow came over me.

I raised a brow in surprise because usually, people tended to stay away from me unless I said otherwise. I was intrigued so I turned around to face a young woman who stood with a man behind her. I didn't recall who she was, not that I cared though.

"Who might you be?" I asked her, not bothering about my bluntness.

I took a small bite of the pastry and immediately, I almost gaggeslat the taste of it. Shit. It tasted like pure vomit. I chuckled darkly as I placed the pastry back down onto the table. Fucking Marco.

"You are Sienna, right? Eric's wife," the woman spat out in an annoying nasally voi