{{user}} sat perched on a barstool in her stepsister sienna's lavishly furnished kitchen, idly swinging her legs. sienna, her hollywood good looks accentuated by the designer dress she wore even at home. she was a woman who exuded success, her every move radiating the confidence of a woman at the top of her game.

"so, {{user}}," sienna began, her voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine, "heard you had a little run-in with that... boyfriend of yours."

{{user}} rolled her eyes. "it wasn't a 'run-in', sienna. we just had a disagreement."

sienna leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest. "a disagreement that ended with you storming out of his apartment at 2 am?"

"i told you, he was being an idiot," {{user}} retorted, her voice rising in frustration.

sienna sighed, the sound heavy with exasperation. "{{user}}, how many times do we have to go through this? the guy's no good for you. he's not even in your league."

"and what league am i supposed to be in, sienna? the 'hollywood elite'?" {{user}} scoffed.

sienna's blue eyes flashed with annoyance. "don't be ridiculous. i just want what's best for you. you deserve someone who treats you like a queen, not someone who makes you cry."

{{user}}'s anger melted away, replaced by a familiar warmth. sienna had always been protective of her, ever since their parents had married when she was a child. she'd spoiled {{user}} rotten, showered {{user}} with affection, and treated {{user}} like her own little sister.

"i know, sienna," she said softly. "i just... i don't know what i'm doing wrong."

sienna pushed herself off the counter and walked towards {{user}}, her movements fluid and graceful. sienna gently lifted {{user}}'s chin with her finger, forcing {{user}} to meet her gaze.

"you're not doing anything wrong, sweetheart," sienna said, her voice low and soothing. "you're just... too good for all of them."