tldr; Sienna Castillo, 36, is a former model turned tech specialist who once balanced runways and coding classes in New York. With a degree in IT from NYU, she proved her skills in cybersecurity despite being underestimated in the industry. After her motherâs passing, she moved to Devilâs Junction to be near her father and took over his role managing online gambling systems for the Kang family. Smart, independent, and intensely private, Sienna prefers working from her secure apartment, only stepping out when necessary. When sheâs not securing the Kangsâ operations, she unwinds with gaming, true crime documentaries, and late-night drives, all while wondering if sheâll ever be able to walk away from this world.
b i o g r a p h y;
Sienna Castillo was born and raised in Manhattan, New York, the only child of Camila and Diego Castillo. Her mother, Camila, was a renowned fashion designer, while her father, Diego, was a tech specialist who worked in the shadows of high-stakes online gambling networks. Growing up in a household where creativity and logic coexisted, Sienna developed a dual fascination with fashion and technology.
With striking features and a natural confidence, Sienna was scouted for modelling in her late teens by contacts of her mother's. By 20, she was walking runways for emerging designers, booking editorial spreads, and landing beauty campaigns. While the fashion world was thrilling, she knew it wasnât a lifelong career. Behind the glitz, she was intensely focused on her education, earning a degree in Information Technology from New York University (NYU). Balancing high-pressure fashion gigs with demanding coursework, she often felt like she was living in two completely separate worlds.
During her time in New York, Sienna developed a diverse network of relationships, though she was always careful about how much of herself she revealed. In the fashion industry, she had a close-knit group of friendsâfellow models who understood the grind of the industry, late-night castings, and the pressure to remain relevant. Still, there were times when she felt like an outsider, as her academic ambitions set her apart from the stereotypical model lifestyle.
In the tech world, things were different. She had a sharp mind and a relentless work ethic, but her background in modelling often made it difficult for people to take her seriously. She worked twice as hard to prove herself, building connections in cybersecurity and digital infrastructure. Though she developed a handful of mentorship-style relationships with professionals in the industry, most of her tech colleagues saw her past as an oddity rather than a true asset.
Her romantic relationships were often fleeting, as she prioritized her career and independence above all else. She dated both inside and outside the fashion industryâphotographers, investors, and even a venture capitalist who offered to fund one of her early tech projects. But none of these relationships lasted; Sienna was always too focused, too driven, and too wary of being tied down.
At 30, her world shattered when her mother passed away unexpectedly. The loss shook her father deeply, leaving him isolated and grieving. Seeing how much he needed her, Sienna made the difficult decision to leave New York behind and move to Devilâs Junction.
In Devilâs Junction, she stepped into the world her father once ruled, taking over his role as a tech specialist for the Kang family. Though she had never envisioned working in underground online gambling systems, her skills made her indispensable. With her sharp mind and a lifetime of watching her father navigate high-risk tech work, she quickly became a key player in the Kangsâ operations.
Now, at 36, Sienna has adapted to Devilâs Junction but remains an outsider in many ways. She thrives under pressure, but deep down, she misses the creative energy of New York, the friendships she left behind, and the freedom of a life unburdened by crime. Though she has built a life for herself in Devilâs Junction, she often wonders: What would it take to walk away? And does she even want to?
h e a d c a n o n s ;
Siennaâs deep understanding of coding is complemented by her creative side, which she honed through modelling. She often designs new website features with an artistic touch, making them not only functional but visually appealing.
While her professional life revolves around tech, Sienna has a secret passion for singing. She used to record music during her downtime, though she has never shared her vocal talent with anyone.
Growing up in a household that valued both appearance and intellect, Sienna developed a strong sense of discipline. Whether itâs a tight deadline in tech or her fitness routine, she always follows through with meticulous planning.
While Sienna keeps to herself and doesnât let many people in, she is fiercely loyal to those who earn her trust. Her connection to Gavin is a prime example of this loyaltyâshe would go to great lengths to help him if needed.
Thanks to her diverse upbringing in Manhattan, Sienna speaks English, French, Spanish, and a little bit of Italian. She also knows basic Turkish and Hindi, a nod to her interest in international cultures.
Sienna is very protective of her personal history and rarely discusses her modelling career or her motherâs death. She prefers to keep her past separate from her current life in Devil's Junction.
On the outside, Sienna can come across as aloof or mysterious, often keeping to herself during social events. However, those who truly get to know her understand that she is compassionate and generous with her time when it matters most.
Despite her successes, Sienna harbours a deep fear of being rejected for who she isâboth in the tech world and personally. This fear often manifests as self-doubt, especially when it comes to romantic relationships or opening up emotionally.
c o n n e c t i o n s ;
The One Who Reminds Her of New York â A fellow New Yorker (or someone who gets city life) who brings back memories of home and allows her to drop her guarded persona.
The Reluctant Confidant â A person who somehow sees past her walls and becomes the only one she finds herself accidentally opening up to.
The Protective Older Brother/Figure â A gruff but well-meaning presence who looks out for her, even if she insists she doesnât need it.
The Unexpected Ally â A wildcard connectionâsomeone she never expected to trust but somehow does, possibly from a rival group or a civilian with no ties to crime.
The Neighbour Helper - someone who lives around her and is someone she goes to to get help with her apartment and such.
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looking at the woman next to her, she grinned. giovanna had been meaning to sign up for this class for a while and to have a friend join her was more than reassuring. after all, these things could be intimidating when facing them alone but luckily, that wasn't something that she had to deal with. "god, i'm glad we decided to do this," she breathed out, pausing to bend down and grab her water, "i know we've been talking about it for a while but i didn't know if this was ever going to make it out of our text messages."
Sienna let out a soft laugh, tilting her head toward Giovanna with a grin that mirrored hers. âHonestly? Same. I half thought it was going to stay one of those things we say weâll do but never actually commit to.â She uncapped her bottle, taking a sip before setting it down again, her voice dipping a little softer. âFeels⌠good, though. Like I actually showed up for something instead of just thinking about it. I didnât realize how much I needed a push until now.â She gave a small shrug, a touch of honesty sneaking through before she added with a crooked smile, âway better than just texting about it while curled up on the couch.â
Justin kept his hands folded in front of him over the chart, looking the picture of composure. Sienna's voice was shaking as she plead with him, clinging to the promise of hope he wasn't sure he'd given her.
He didn't flinch, but inside, he felt the faintest tightening in his chest. He knew what that kind of hope sounded like, heard it hundreds of times before from anguished families. He also knew he'd never felt it. When his own father had finally collapsed, Justin hadn't begged anyone for miracles. Instead, he picked up the phone and called emergency services to report that there was a dead body in their home that needed to be removed.
So now, facing Sienna's grief, he felt the hollowness of his own chest echo. Her pain was raw and vulnerable. His was sterile. Nonexistent. His heart an icy tundra that had never truly seen sunlight.
"There is a chance," he continued, tone measured and clinically controlled, "that he may experience memory impairment. It's a risk that comes with any head injury, and seeing that this is not the first event, it's imperative that we observe and assess carefully. At this stage, it's difficult to make any promises when we don't know the cause of fainting."
Justin adjusted his glasses, wondering if he looked as cold as he felt prattling off phrases straight from the textbooks under 'Empathize Without Lying.'
"You're not wrong to prepare yourself for the worst. The anxiety you're feeling right now is normal, Miss Castillo," he said, offering his best attempt at sounding human. "Is there anyone you can reach out to right now for support?"
Sienna shook her head, her chest tightening as she fought to steady her voice. âPlease⌠donât call me âMiss Castillo.â Just Sienna. Thatâs enough.â Her fingers dug into the edge of the chair, knuckles whitening as she tried to rein in the tremor in her hands. âAnd⌠no, I donât have anyone else. Itâs just my dad. Heâs all Iâve got, so⌠yeah. Itâs all on me.â She took a shaky breath, letting the words spill out even as they made her feel exposed. âI know youâre doing your job, and I appreciate it, I really do. But I need you to understand⌠I donât need someone delivering textbook lines or speaking in rehearsed sympathy. I need someone to talk to like a person, not a case. Someone to see the person standing here with all her walls down, because thatâs the only way I can even begin to deal with this.â
Her eyes flicked to the glass where her father lay, monitors beeping in the hollow quiet of the hospital room. âIâm not used to asking for help,â she admitted, voice shaking despite herself. âI donât⌠I donât have a family I can lean on. No one to call when it all feels too heavy. So yeah, thisâme telling you this, being honestâis hard. But itâs real. And I canât do this alone. I canât pretend anymore.â She had friends, and she knew she needed to reach out to them but how many times could she be a burden to them?
She lifted her gaze, letting it meet his, fierce and vulnerable at once. âSo please⌠just talk to me like Iâm a human. Donât talk at me like Iâm some case file. I can handle the facts. I can handle the risks. But I canât handle being ignored or treated like I donât matter while my dad⌠while heâs all Iâve got.â A pause, her chest rising and falling rapidly, then a softer whisper, almost to herself, âIâve kept so much in for so long⌠Iâm not doing it anymore.â
The fluorescent lights in the trauma wing had always felt too harsh, but they seemed merciless that evening. Justin stood outside the observation room, chart in hand, as he reviewed scans and notes for the fifth time. The patient, Mr. Castillo, had been admitted after a sudden collapse that left him with a head injury. The CT hadn't given him everything he wanted. The labs were slow. The diagnosis wasnât clear and that, more than anything, had him on edge.
When Justin finally turned from the chart to Sienna, he felt a trepidation he hadn't felt since he was a first year student. He'd seen plenty of anxious family members in the halls of Angel's Rest but Sienna wasnât just a worried daughter at her father's bedside. She was a Kang associate, one whose importance to the behemoth money-printing machine held more substance than his own.
"Miss Castillo," he said, voice steady. He adjusted his glasses, stalling for half a second longer than he should have. âYour father's stable for now. We're monitoring his neurological status closely. The scans showed some bruising, but no active bleed. Thatâs very promising."
Promising. A word he'd learned was a mere substitute for anything truly reassuring. Promises in the hospital were like puffs of air, holding no weight.
Justin glanced at the glass where her father lay under the glow of monitors, then returned to her. He could feel the weight of what wasnât being said pressing against his ribs. If he missed something-- if he failed here-- word would travel faster than any discharge summary. A poor performance. Hundreds of thousands of dollars wasted. An investment with no return.
"We're running additional tests," he added quickly, filling the silence between them. "I donât want to give you half-answers, but Iâll be the one overseeing his care personally."
He inhaled, forcing his tone into something softer, professional. Less defensive, despite all the anxiety he was feeling then. "If you have questions, I'll answer them as best I can, and if there's anything he needs, you'll hear it from me first."
Siennaâs hands had been clenched together so tightly she only realized when her nails left faint half-moons against her palm. She blinked up at Justin, the clinical steadiness in his voice brushing against the raw panic that had been threatening to consume her since the call came in. For once, she wasnât the composed tech specialist the Kangs relied on. She wasnât calculating, sharp, or even guarded. She was just a daughter trying to breathe. Her gaze flicked to the glass, to the pale outline of her father framed by wires and monitors. Machines that hummed and beeped in ways that felt almost cruelly indifferent. âStable,â she echoed, her voice low, the word trembling in her throat as though saying it aloud might anchor it. Promising. Stable. Words that should have reassured her but only made her want something more concrete. Something certain.
âI donât⌠I donât care about the reports or what people will say if it takes too long,â she said, quieter than she intended. Her fingers worried the hem of her sleeve, betraying nerves sheâd never let show anywhere else. âI just need to know heâs going to wake up. That when I walk in there, heâll still know me.â Her voice cracked on the last word, fragile in a way that frightened her. "Because he's...this has happened before Justin. You weren't working that night but...he's had a fall like this before." She drew in a shaky breath, trying to gather herself, but her eyes betrayed her, glistening with a sheen she couldnât quite blink away. âPlease, just⌠tell me if I should be preparing for the worst, or if I can hold on to the hope you just gave me.â For a woman whoâd spent years making herself untouchable in a dangerous world, it was the rarest kind of admissionâfear, laid bare under the fluorescent lights.
Itâs almost ridiculous how fast her brain tries to argue with that last part, like thereâs some rule carved in stone that sheâs not allowed to step back. Letting someone else hold things together feels like leaving a door unlocked. âYou make it sound like I could actually pull that off,â she says, half teasing but not really. âAnd yeah⌠Iâm ready. Iâve been ready for a while, just kept finding reasons to stall.â Forrestâs face flashes in her mind, probably grinning with a mouth full of popcorn while she drops it on him. That might actually help. âAlright, Iâll do it. Circus, clowns, the whole lot. If he spirals, I'll leave him there and hope he doesn't find me when he gets home." She's obviously joking with that one.
"Because you can Jordan, out of all people I know--you can." Sienna argued knowing that it wasn't easy for the other to maybe accept this but it was true. Sienna leaned back against the bench, letting Jordanâs words settle before she spoke. âSounds like youâve already got your mind made up,â she said lightly, though there was a steadiness in her voice. âAnd honestly? Thatâs half the battle. Forrest might make jokes or roll his eyes, but heâll get it. Heâs tougher than he looks with a bucket of popcorn in his hands.â A small smile curved her lips. âMoving out isnât nothing, though. Itâs⌠big. But the way youâre talking, I think youâre more ready than you want to admit.â
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âI can do better than wolves and moonlight. Thereâs one where the guyâs holding a sword thatâs clearly photoshopped from a kitchen knife catalogue. And the wolf looks like itâs thinking about filing a restraining order.â He can see her leaning toward the lighter stuff, and thatâs a win in his book. Heavy talk can wait. âWeâll make it official. Hall of Shame Championship. Winner gets eternal embarrassment.â Heâs already picturing her reaction when she sees the worst offenders, and thatâs enough to get him moving toward the back. The couchâs springs are probably plotting mutiny, but itâs still the best seat in the place. He figures letting her pick the champion cover gives her something to own today, something thatâs hers instead of just reacting to bad news. âC'mon, Iâll show you the contenders. You canât judge from the counter, itâs a full experience. And if you survive the couch, you earn the right to mock it too.â
Sienna grinned, settling onto the couch with a soft sigh as she dug her hands into the cushions like they were already old friends. âA sword straight out of a kitchen knife catalogue? Iâm sold. Honestly, if the wolfâs thinking about a restraining order, thatâs just bonus points.â She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with playful mischief. âHall of Shame Championship, huh? Alright, but just so you know, my commentary will be brutal. I donât do half-measures when it comes to mocking terrible covers.â She wiggled into the springs, feeling them groan under her weight, and let out a mock groan. âAh, yes, the mutiny has begun. But I survive this, I mock with authority. Lead the wayâlet me judge these abominations in all their glory.â Her voice softened a little as she added, more quietly, âthanks though Rayan⌠itâs honestly kind of nice, having a silly, safe distraction today.â
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Flipping through her planner, Catriona began scanning through the list of tasks that needed to be completed before Lizeth's 2nd birthday. She was her main priority for the past couple of weeks and although it was going to be a small get together, she still wanted it to be a meaningful and memorable milestone for her daughter. Looking over at Sienna, she flashed her a gracious smile and said, "Thanks for coming over and entertaining Liz. I can finally think straight without having to lose track because this little one wants me to karaoke all the time. It's her new obsession, I blame all the famjams my parents made us go to." She's been also meaning to check in on her best friend and so she asked, "How's your father? Is he doing better?"
Sienna had been chilling on Catriona's couch with Lizeth as they read through every single book the little one owned. Truthfully this was her favourite thing to do with the younger girl so she didn't mind it. And she got to spend time with her best friend so really it was the best of both worlds; even if said best friend was going a tad crazy in planning this birthday party. "Of course, you know Auntie Sienna is always available for babysitter duty." She grinned at her friend before the smile fell at Catriona's question. "Uh--not exactly. He had another fall but I got him one of those emergency buttons so the ambulance came right away and got him to the hospital. I'm waiting to hear more. But this time he actually told me he didn't want to see me for more than half an hour a day." Sienna was hurt by her father's demand, especially since she'd only been around because she cared about him so much but if he asked for her to not be spending all her time there--she'd abide by it. "Not to mention with Gavin missing, I'm just...I don't know what planet is in retrograde right now but it's a lot." Catriona was her best friend, yes but Gavin was also someone who Sienna deeply cared about as well and while she'd been exhausting all the back channels to find something she was coming up empty and that was driving her nuts.
"You got it. What movies do you secretly love that always cheer you up? I'm talking about the really ridiculous ones where nobody dies and everything works out perfectly." She wiped her nose one last time and tucked the tissue away, already mentally going through her collection of feel-good disasters. "Like The Princess Diaries, both of them, because watching Anne Hathaway go from awkward to royal while eating ice cream in a tiara is basically therapy. And probably 10 Things I Hate About You because Heath Ledger singing on those bleachers could cure depression." This was exactly what she needed right nowâsomeone who understood that sometimes you had to plan your breakdowns like events and then follow them up with movies where people fall in love without anyone getting terminal illnesses or dying in wars. "Oh, and we definitely need some of those terrible Netflix rom-coms where the Christmas baker falls for the city lawyer who comes to save the small town. Pure brain candy."
"Hmmmm I mean I do love movies where people die," she teased with a grin before nodding as the other mention her favourite ones and so then she felt comfortable enough to share her own favourites. "One of them is definitely 'How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days,' there's just something about Kate Hudson being incredible," she chuckled before nodding at Hayat's comments. "Oh but definitely 'The Princess Diaries' as well, oh and 'The Devil Wears Prada'. Honestly that one reminds me a lot of the life I left behind but..." Sienna trailed off, realizing she was sharing something about her life that she tried to never bring up. "Yes oh my god--I love that idea. Those Netflix rom-coms can be just what the soul needs. Done, we're doing this for sure." A part of her hoped the other wouldn't pick up on her little tidbit about her old life but Hayat was a lawyer--of course she would've heard it.
she couldn't help but to smile. while she knew that she was passing up a good story, she was thankful that the other was seemingly okay with her doing what she thought was best. arielle had to think about both her husband and herself. "i appreciate you saying that. i don't know what everyone's going to think about my shift in departments but i think it's what to be best for me. it's good to hear that someone's on my side. you know, other than my husband."
Sienna had to laugh at Arielle's words before nodding, "well it's definitely a good thing that your husband is at least on your side or else I can imagine that being a difficult conversation," she commented before gathering her documents and slipping them carefully back into her laptop bag. "I take it you haven't told your editors that you're planning this shift yet? That must be unnerving."
She can tell Sienna needs the laugh, which makes it even better ammo. âAlright, but youâre not getting a refund if you choke on your drink,â Violeta says, already grinning. âSo Iâm supposed to meet this guy about a job, right? Wrong suite. I walk in and itâs wall-to-wall drunk guys in matching shirts, music blasting. Before I can explain, one of them throws a feather boa over me and starts yelling for me to âget the party started.â Iâm trying to talk, but theyâre waving cash and chanting. Then someone hands me a knife to cut this cake shaped like⌠well, letâs just say it wouldnât pass a PG rating. I bailed before the camera phones came out, but not before they made me pose for a group photo. Somewhere out there, Iâm in a strangerâs wedding album.â She shakes her head, still amused. Itâs good seeing Siennaâs face break into something lighter, even if itâs brief. Feels like a win. âAnyway, Iâve gotta head out before Iâm late for my next stop,â she adds, standing. âDonât let the peanuts win while Iâm gone.â She gives a small wave, turning to walk away, already planning to check in later.
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A small snort escapes Jordan as she shakes her head. âYou make it sound so easy. I guess I just got used to being the one who sorts things out, you know? Forrest acts like he doesnât need anyone, but then heâs always around. Itâs like he expects me to keep things running, even if heâd never admit it.â She glances sideways, trying to read Siennaâs face, but mostly just hoping sheâs not coming off as selfish. She wants Forrest to be okay, but sheâs tired of feeling like her own plans are always second place. Itâs weird, wanting something for herself and feeling guilty at the same time. She wonders if Sienna ever gets sick of being the dependable one too, always the person people count on. âIâm just ready for something thatâs mine. Not because Iâm running away or anything. Just for once, I want to come first. I'll talk to him. He's dragging me to the circus, figured it's the best time to tell him."
Sienna adjusted her pace to match Jordanâs, a small smile tugging at her lips. âI get it,â she said simply. âWanting something thatâs yours doesnât make you selfish, it just makes you human.â She glanced over briefly. âAnd yeah⌠being the dependable one? Itâs exhausting sometimes. Feels like people forget youâve got your own stuff to carry.â She let out a soft laugh at the circus mention. âWell, if thereâs ever a time to drop big news, itâs surrounded by clowns and overpriced popcorn. Heâll probably be too distracted by the acrobats to overthink it.â Her tone stayed light, but there was a thread of sincerity beneath it. âJust⌠donât talk yourself out of it, okay? If youâre ready, youâre ready. Forrest will just have to adjust.â After a beat, she added, âand hey, maybe itâs time you let someone else be the steady one for a change.â
Hayat raised her own tissue in response, grinning through her leftover tears. "To scheduled emotional devastation with snacks,and honestly, I'm voting for all three brownie flavors because why limit ourselves when we're already committing to a full breakdown," she said, already mentally planning their disaster weekend. "I'll bring the wine and maybe some of those fancy tissues that don't feel like sandpaper because regular ones are just adding insult to injury at this point." She wiped her nose again and settled back into the sofa, feeling that weird relief that comes from crying with someone who gets it instead of trying to hold everything together alone. Lately, this friendship was everything to herâhaving someone who didn't judge her or try to fix her with cheesy sayings was the best. "And you don't need to thank me for anything because honestly, I needed this just as much as you did. Sometimes you just need someone to fall apart with instead of pretending you've got your life figured out when you definitely don't."
She smiled warmly, reaching over to bump Hayatâs shoulder gently. âAbsolutely, all three brownie flavours and then some. If weâre diving headfirst into emotional wreckage, might as well go all outâno half measures.â She laughed softly, imagining their disaster weekend already. âAnd yes to fancy tissues. Regular ones are basically medieval torture devices at this point.â She took a slow breath, her gaze settling on the comforting clutter of the room. âYouâre so right, though. Itâs wild how much lighter it feels to just let it all out with someone who doesnât expect you to have it together.â Her voice softened a bit, honest and quiet. âHonestly Hayat, falling apart with you instead of alone? That feels like the best kind of survival.â Her smile lingered, real and grateful. âSo, next weekend, we start with the meltdown marathon. Tissues, wine, brownies, and zero judgment. Deal? And then maybe you can tell me what other movies we should have on hand that actually are your favourite guilty pleasures because they make you feel happy, not just--the meltdown ones.â
"You're my friend just be yourself, no need to be tough here. If you want to just sit and zone out, thatâs cool. No oneâs judging.â Rayan keeps his tone easy, not making a big deal out of it. âStubborn dads are a whole thing. Mine once tried to fix a leaky pipe with duct tape and a prayer. Didnât end well for the kitchen.â He lets out a soft laugh, hoping to give her a little breathing room. He thinks about how people always try to hold everything together, like thereâs some prize for not falling apart. It never really works. Heâs not about to pretend heâs got answers for her, but he can at least offer a place where she does not have to fake it. âIf you want to crash in the back, go for it. Or we can just talk about dumb stuff. Iâve got a running list of the worst book covers ever printed.â Sometimes distraction is the best he can give, and maybe thatâs enough.
She arched a brow, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. âDuct tape and a prayer? Sounds like a solid engineering philosophy, honestly. Iâll have to remember that for the next time my sink decides to betray me.â She leaned against the counter, tilting her head slightly. âYou know, youâre not half bad at this whole ânot making a big deal out of itâ thing. Some people try to fix you with pep talks, but I like the whole⌠space-to-breathe approach.â She glanced toward the back, then back at him. âIâm tempted to see this infamous couch, but Iâm more tempted by the bad book covers. Please tell me thereâs at least one involving wolves, a shirtless man, and some very questionable moonlight. Because let's be real, those are the best covers around." Her smirk softened into something closer to gratitude, though she kept it light. âSeriously though⌠thanks. Even if we end up just roasting terrible design choices for the rest of the afternoon.â
âI'd give you a medal for continuing to put on the peanut act, I promise. Thatâs real dedication,â Violeta says, shaking her head with a half-grin. "No need to thank me for being here, alright? I like being here, even if weâre just sitting around talking trash about snacks.â She leans back, letting her voice stay light, but she clocks the way Siennaâs gratitude sits just under the surface. Itâs weird, feeling wanted like this. Sheâs not used to it, but sheâs not gonna run from it either. âYou know, the Christian thing? Itâs wild. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but for once, itâs just⌠good. Freaks me out how much I want it to stay that way.â She pauses, thinking about how Siennaâs dealing with all this uncertainty. "Don't feel bad about worrying about your dad, it's not selfish. Itâs just life being messy. Youâre allowed to want something steady when everything else is chaos.â She glances over, debating whatâll actually help. âAlright, distraction time. Want to hear about the time I accidentally crashed a bachelor party and got mistaken for the entertainment? Itâs embarrassing, but youâll laugh, promise.â
She grinned, shaking her head. âA medal and maybe a lifetime supply of non-peanut snacks, please. I feel like Iâve earned it at this point.â The banter came easy with Violeta, and it was strange how much sheâd come to rely on thatâhow much lighter it made the days feel. âAnd for the record, sitting around trash-talking snacks with you is probably the most stable thing in my life right now, so⌠sorry, but youâre stuck with me.â Her smile softened at the bit about Christian. âHonestly? You deserve âgoodâ more than anyone else I know. So really itâs not weird to want it to lastâit just means it matters.â She hesitated, her fingers curling loosely around her drink. âAnd⌠thanks. For saying that about my dad. Itâs easy to feel like Iâm not allowed to make space for my own stuff in the middle of all his, but you make it feel⌠less selfish.â She straightened a little, sensing the shift in Violetaâs tone. âNow, this bachelor party story? You canât just dangle that and not deliver. If I donât laugh so hard I cry, Iâm demanding a refund.â
How was he supposed to say he lost his client? It was both embarrassing and defeated the entire purpose of being Lucian's bodyguard. "just stretching my legs, ma'am. Nothing else to it." Her last comment made him turn his head, wondering if perhaps he knew her somehow. "You sure about that?" But as he finally got a good look at her, the wheels in his head started turning. She was right. There was something familiar about her. Where did he know her from? It took a minute, but once it clicked, it made sense why he vaguely recognized her. "You work for Thomas Kang." It wasn't a question. He knew this. It was fact.
"'Ma'am'?" Sienna let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Too proper for me." She tilted her head slightly as he asked if she was sure about seeing him somewhere before. His face definitely rang a bellâsomeone sheâd passed more than once. And given how much she tended to keep to herself, it must have been somewhere that mattered. Then his comment clicked the pieces into place. "I do," she said, nodding before clearing her throat. "Iâm guessing you do too? Thatâs probably why you look⌠familiar." Her gaze drifted briefly around the hospital garden, taking in the quiet corners and worn pathways. "Not many people end up here just to stretch their legs," she added with a faint smile. "Hence the curiosity."
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Jordan's trainers hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, matching her breathing as they jog through the quiet streets. The morning air feels crisp against her skin. "I've been thinking about buying my own place," she says, glancing over at Sienna. "Like actually buying a house instead of just renting forever." The thought's been rattling around her head for weeks now. She's got the money saved up, finally managed to build something stable. But every time she imagines packing up her stuff, this weird guilt creeps in. "What's crazy is I'm worried about leaving Forrest on his own. I know he's always making jokes and acting like everything's brilliant, but sometimes I think it's just a front. Maybe he's lonely and that's why he's constantly winding me up, trying to get me to talk more." The decision is still pending as they jogged on.
Sienna kept pace beside Jordan, the steady rhythm of their jog offering a strange kind of clarity. The quiet between their steps made room for thoughts to unfoldâmaybe too many. At the mention of buying a house, her brows lifted in surprise before a slow smile pulled at her lips. âThatâs a huge step Jordan,â she said genuinely, glancing over at her. âLike⌠actually planting roots, not just passing through. I think thatâs something to be proud of.â She meant it too. So many people never reached that kind of milestone.
But then came Forrestâs name, and Siennaâs expression shiftedâstill thoughtful, but laced with something softer. âI get that. He does this⌠Forrest thing, almost..you know? She exhaled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. âBut I don't completely disagree with youâhe might be putting on more of a show than he lets on.â She paused briefly, then added, âbut thatâs not entirely your burden to carry, Jo. Wanting to build something for yourself doesnât mean youâre leaving him behind. If anything, it might give him the nudge to figure out what he wants, too. Youâve always been the one people orbit aroundâitâs okay to take up space for yourself now.â
Hayat wiped her nose one more time and grinned back at her. "Oh we're definitely unhinged, but I'm totally okay with that," she said, already feeling excited about their planned emotional destruction. "And yes to the warning labels! They should put those on every Nicholas Sparks adaptation too. Like a little disclaimer that says 'will ruin your mascara and make you question all your life choices.'" She tucked her feet under herself and grabbed another tissue just in case. The dessert plan was already making her mouth water and they hadn't even picked what to bake yet. "I vote for something with chocolate because if we're going to cry ourselves into oblivion we might as well do it with really good food. Maybe those brownies with the gooey center that are basically just acceptable ways to eat chocolate soup." She couldn't help but laugh at how seriously they were planning this whole thingâmost people didn't put this much thought into their breakdowns but here they were making it into an event.
She let out a laugh that was half amusement, half resigned agreement, wiping under her eyes with the back of her hand. âOh, we are definitely toeing the line between genius and unhinged, but honestly? I think thatâs our sweet spot.â She reached over to grab another tissue, holding it up like a toast. âTo scheduled emotional devastationâwith snacks.â She leaned her head back against the couch cushions, letting herself breathe for a second. âHonestly, though? A sad, gooey dessert sounds like exactly the kind of emotional support I can get behind. Bonus points if it comes fresh out of the oven and makes the kitchen smell like therapy.â Glancing at Hayat with a smirk, she added, âYou bring the wine, Iâll bring the browniesâfudgy? Caramel? Existential crisis-flavored?â Then in a softer tone, she continued. âI know we joke about it, but I really needed this too. The crying, the comfort movie spiral, the you part. So thanksâfor not making me feel weird about falling apart a little.â Sienna didn't make a habit out of falling apart but with everything going on with her dad's lack of a diagnosis, Gavin missing, she was beginning to feel like all the anchors in her life were drifting and having Hayat to lean back on along with some of her other friends, felt like the only way to cope.
