“I hope so, D.”
“I know so, SiSi.” I hug her tightly.
“Hey,” Vanessa says, joining us in our hotel room. “The boys are leaving today. I have to go back to LA as well,” Vanessa says, looking conflicted. “Evan refuses to talk about what happened. He won’t even listen to reason when it comes to you, and he’s one moody bastard.”
Sienna hugs Vanessa, bursting out crying. “I’m sorry I messed it all up.”
“You made a mistake. You know what? I probably would have done the same thing. Everything that has come out about his dad and Diana … that’s totally fucked up. I believe you when you say nothing happened, but the photo does look unfavorable. Evan’s hurt. I know a bit about Hailey from Christian, so I understand why he reacted the way he did. He’ll come around, but it will take time. You love each other. You have fun in Paris, you two,” Vanessa adds as she leaves.
It’s the night of Yvette’s fashion show here in Paris. Charlotte is photographing it for Yvette, thanks to Sienna for being a doll and helping her get the job. I know Charlotte was worried that after her brother broke my bestie’s heart, she would lose the opportunity, but my girl is not like that, she is a beautiful soul who would do anything for her friends or the people she loves. I wish Evan would understand that.
Sienna has been ill for the last couple of days brought on, I think, by the stress over her breakup with Evan. It took everything in her to come out tonight. I knew she wouldn’t let Yvette down, but I could see on her face that it took it out of herto be here, her face looks pale, she’s not eating, only nibbling baguettes because she can’t stop throwing up. She was never this sick over Beau.
“I had such a great night, thanks for talking me into going,” Sienna says.
“I’m glad you are feeling better. You had me worried there for a second,” I tell her, putting my arm around her as we move through the crowd, making our way backstage to Yvette. We see Charlotte rushing around taking photos, and she gives us both a quick smile as she continues working.
Yvette sees us and waves us both over.
“Congratulations.” I kiss her on each cheek.
“Thank you so much. The reaction has been crazy.”
She should be so proud, this collection is literally amazing. “Some of those dresses are going to be on the Hollywood red carpet this season,” I tell her because if I were a celebrity stylist, these dresses would be on every single starlet in Hollywood, they are that gorgeous. I’m so very proud of her.
“Thanks for coming, I know you haven’t been feeling well,” Yvette says, hugging Sienna.
“I’m sorry. I’m exhausted. No amount of sleep helps.” Sienna sighs.
“You’ve had a crazy year, maybe your body is forcing you to relax,” I tell her.
“Maybe you’re right,” Sienna answers.
“I must go. I love you two. Thank you for coming tonight. I’ll see you at home, where we can celebrate properly together,” Yvette states. We say our farewells and let her go off and celebrate her awesomeness.
“Come on, five minutes at the after party and then you can go home,” I tell Sienna.
“Fine.” She grumbles but gives me a smile. “There’s Charlotte,” Sienna points out. “I should say something, don’t you think?”
“You owe her nothing.”
“It’s not her fault,” she says.
True, but I’m a petty bitch, and anyone related to the man that broke my heart is dead to me, even if Charlotte is a lovely girl.
“How did it go?” Sienna asks Charlotte, who looks surprised that she is speaking to her, and the next thing we know, she is pulling Sienna into a hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squeals excitedly. Urgh, it’s hard not to like her. “Spoke to Evan earlier.”
Sienna stills. “Yeah, how is he?”
“Good. He’s on his way to some party tonight.” Charlotte realizes as soon as she says the words that they were the wrong ones.
“I’m sure he will have fun.” I pretend to choke.
“You can be upset,” Charlotte says.
Sienna shakes her head. “No, I can’t. We broke up. He’s now a single guy. He can do whatever he wants.”
