ChapterTwo
Sienna
The momentI opened my eyes, the first thought that popped into my head was that this was the day Satan had been waiting for ever since he had that whore cross paths with my dad. It was my father’s wedding day to the gold-digging bitch from my worst nightmare. Elenor had her claws sunk deep into my dad’s balls, turning this powerful, confident man into her own goddamn lovesick puppy. Everything Elenor wanted, Elenor got—including pushing my brothers and me down the Whitlock hierarchy. She was the only one who fucking smiled the day Spencer left. And after he got in his car and drove out the gates, she glared at Silas and me as if to say, ‘You’re next, devil spawn.’
“Ugh.” I groaned as I pulled the cushion over my face, wishing some natural disaster would hit Atherton forcing us to cancel this entire goddamn day. A massive earthquake or plague of locusts would totally work.
There was a knock on the door, and I groaned some more. “I swear to God, Silas. It’s too fucking early.”
“It’s not Silas.”
I shot up. “Spencer?”
“Open the door, would you?”
“Holy shit!” I launched from my bed, stumbling over the dress and shoes I wore last night. I vaguely remembered putting on pajamas before crashing.
I flung the door open and stared straight at Spencer’s narrowed eyes. “Rough night?”
“If by rough you mean temporary memory loss, then yes.” I lifted myself on my toes and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him for dear life. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
“How long are you staying?”
“Until Dad and Elenor come back from their honeymoon.” Spencer inched back and glanced at my light pink pjs, scowling. “Did you forget about Dad wanting us all to have breakfast together this morning?”
“I didn’t forget.”
“Then why aren’t you dressed?”
I stepped back and slipped my fingers through my tangled hair. “I want to be fashionably late by not going.”
He glanced around my room, probably thinking about what a mess it was. “You didn’t tell me you and Oakley broke up.”
I shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
Green irises framed with dark lashes stared at me as if he could see through the lie. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Besides, you hated the guy. You should be glad.”
“Just because I hated the guy doesn’t mean I’m okay with him breaking my sister’s heart.”
“I’m okay, promise. Besides, I’d rather not talk about it on the day our family descends into hell.”
“Please tell me you’re going to behave today.”
“Sure I am.” I pointed at the black dress, covered in black lace from top to bottom. “I even bought a special dress for the occasion.”
Spencer bit his lower lip, placing his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. He had that look that always crossed his face whenever he was about to tell me to get my shit together, but without hurting my feelings. Bless him.
“Listen, I know you don’t like Elenor—”
“None of us do.”
“True. But still, it’s Dad’s decision, and we need to respect it.”
“I don’t have to do shit.” I grabbed my dress from the floor, cringing when I smelled the stench of alcohol wafting from the fabric. It took a few shallow breaths for me to fight the urge to barf.