Sienna's phone had been buzzing all morning.
Not Alessandro—she'd blocked that number after he'd sent his fifteenth "we need to talk" text in three days. But Jade, who'd seen the photos from the gallery opening that some society blogger had posted online.
Jade: "BITCH. You're dating Dante Moretti??? THE Dante Moretti? And you didn't tell me???"
Jade: "Also you look HOT in that red dress. I'm taking full credit for making you buy it."
Jade: "Also also—Alessandro looks MISERABLE in the background of pic #3. I'm printing it out and framing it."
Sienna smiled at her phone, curled up in the window seat of Dante's office. She'd come by to discuss the Brooklyn project's community engagement strategy, but they'd gotten derailed talking about his favorite books and her terrible cooking skills and somehow an hour had passed with zero work accomplished.
"Your friend seems enthusiastic," Dante said from his desk, where he was pretending to review contracts while actually watching her.
