I’m so confused. Hadn’t she made it a point to tell me in my bathroom yesterday afternoon that whatever had gone on between Shane and Klein was a misunderstanding? What has happened or been said to cause this jealousy she claims Shane feels?
“Why would Shane feel that way?”
She shrugs, hands folded in her lap. In her profile I see her younger self, the little girl who loved making chocolate pudding and hated waiting for it to set.
I try again. “Why, Sienna?”
“Because it’s glaringly obvious you’re beyond happy.”
Maybe my acting skills are better than I thought.Or maybe I’m beyond happy.
“It would be hard not to be happy with Klein,” I say, aiming for pragmatic when all I really want to do is gush about how incredible he is. “He’s a good person.”
“I’m happy for you, Pais, really.”
I sense she wants to say more, so I stay quiet.
Sienna’s grasped hands twist. “I feel awkward asking you this, but would you and Klein mind toning down all the lovey-dovey behavior?”
My initial reaction, my knee-jerk response, is to immediately sayYes, of course I’m not interested in causing my sister grief, especially during wedding week.
But.
I hear them. Paloma and Klein.
You’re the floor.
If you keep being a doormat, what willyoudo?
Indignation simmers in my blood. “Have you asked your fiancé to stop being jealous? Or have you asked yourself why your fiancé is jealous in the first place?”
Sienna’s mouth drops open. “It’s easier for everyone if you act differently since you’re the one creating the problem.”
My hands clench. “How am I creating a problem?”
“You’re making Shane jealous.”
My eyes squeeze shut as I shake my head. This is too crazy to be real, right? “How do you know this, Sienna? Is this your opinion?”
The set of her shoulders is firm. “It’s an opinion formed by watching him last night.”
She doesn’t know what Shane said to me and Klein after our tryst in the pantry, so on what is she basing this?
“He was his typical obnoxious self last night, Sienna. That’s it.”
“That you saw,” she mutters. “He was a real asshole after you and Klein left.”
“His behaviors are his choice, you know that, right?”
“I can’t believe how disagreeable you’re being about this.”
At this point this conversation is almostlaughable.“That’s not how I see it.”
She glares at me. “How do you see it?”
“I’m not letting myself be pushed around.”
She scoffs. “Because you’ve been pushed around until now?”
