The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed in places where hearts were about to be broken. Sienna stood outside his room with her hand trembling around a small velvet box. Inside was a tie clip—silver, engraved with his initials—something Claire had ordered months ago and nearly forgotten. She had asked Sienna to deliver it. Simple favor. No big deal.
Except it was a big deal.
Because the groom was Ethan.
And Sienna had been in love with Ethan since the first time he looked at her like she was made of something more than skin and bones. Since the first time his hand brushed hers a second too long. Since the moment she realized she didn’t want to be Claire’s maid of honor. She wanted to be the bride.
She knocked once. The door creaked open. And there he was.
Shirtless
