Ana's POV
Siena knew how to make an exit.
She seized my hand, pushed through the packed crowd, and we bolted from the bar in seconds flat.
I didn't look back to see if Isobel was chasing us; I just focused on getting out of there as fast as possible.
I could practically feel her frustration radiating through the crowd.
As Siena dragged me toward the exit, voices from behind us drifted over.
"Hold on, doesn't she look familiar? Some kind of celebrity?" someone called out.
Right—Siena's fame had exploded since that reality dating show hit the airwaves.
Once we cleared the hotel, Siena stopped, but I kept pulling her until we turned the corner. Only then did I release her.
She stared at me, confused. "What was that about?"
I opened my mouth to explain when understanding flickered across her face.
"Oh, you want to thank me, right? Don't worry about it. I hate seeing people get set up at bars," Siena said.
Something shifted in her expression—a flash of annoyance.
