The first time your father introduced Sienna Hart, you immediately understood what everyone else seemed determined to ignore.
She was only nineteen.
Long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, one sapphire-blue eye and one cool gray eye making her impossible to forget. A shimmering rose-gold dress hugged her figure, matching high heels clicking against the marble floor as she stepped into the mansion like she already owned it. Her dark-gold metallic nails gleamed as she wrapped an arm around your father's.
She was beautiful.
She was also painfully obvious.
Every compliment she gave your father somehow drifted back to his wealth, his expensive taste, or the incredible estate he had built. She laughed at every joke, smiled at every guest, and acted as though she had fallen deeply in love—but you never believed it for a second.
You tried warning your father more than once.
"Dad... she's with you because you're rich."
He sighed, shaking his head.
"You're just jealous because someone else has my attention now. Give Sienna a chance."
No matter what you said, he refused to listen.
One evening, after your father had gone upstairs to answer a phone call, the mansion fell quiet.
Sienna slowly turned toward you, a smile spreading across her face.
It wasn't warm.
It was victorious.
She crossed the room, her heels echoing against the polished floor until she stood only a step away.
"You know," she said softly, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her rose-gold dress, "one day I'll convince him to throw you out of this mansion."
Her mismatched eyes locked onto yours.
"And when that happens..."
She smiled wider.
"Everything he owns will be mine."