“I don’t care what Justin thinks,” Sienna said from behind her. “How doyoufeel in it?”

Grace’s brown eyes met hers in the mirror. “Like a princess.”

Sienna nodded, overwhelmed by a hint of protectiveness.I wish your prince charmingdoestake you to prom.

* * *

“Fine. Qatisa word.” Beau closed the Scrabble dictionary on the bar, placing his elbow on top of it.

“Told you. And you probably could’ve Googled it.” Sienna said with a smirk before turning away from Beau and piling new napkins into the holder. She watched Beau sit back and open the dictionary again. “What are you doing?”

Beau looked up from the thick book for a moment before returning his eyes to the page. “Studying.”

“You can’t study while we play. That’s cheating.” She moved back across from him, shifting her tiles around and eyeing the board. “j-o-c-k,” she said, placing her last letter down on a triple-word spot.

Beau narrowed his eyes. “Are you making fun of me?”

“You can’t leave a triple open around a Clarke. Too easy,” Sienna teased playfully with a wink.

“A triple what? Whiskey?” Dylan’s voice boomed. “Oh.” His eyes narrowed in on Beau. “Well, hey there, Beau Walker.”

“How’s it going, Lockhart?”

Dylan puffed his cheeks. “Hell of a day. Didn’t expect to seeyouhere.”

Beau smiled at Sienna. “And here I am.”

Sienna’s eyes bounced between Beau and Dylan like a Ping-Pong ball.Oh, no.She grabbed a Bud Light and popped the cap, handing it to Dylan, who immediately took a long swig.

“You look pretty today,” he said, and Sienna could see Beau roll his eyes. “Do something different with your hair?”

Sienna lifted a strand of hair that was essentially one long split end. “Um, no?”

“Mmm. Well, it looks nice.”

“Thanks, Dylan.”

“Yeah,” Dylan said, taking another long drink before putting the bottle down. “Gotta take a piss.”

Sienna exhaled when Dylan left the bar and made his way through the back, giving Frank a high five, thankful for the break in the tension.

“You look real pretty today,” Beau mocked.

“Stop it.”

“You.” He held up a finger, pointing. “Lookgorgeousevery day.”

Sienna rolled her eyes. “You’re supposed to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

Beau picked up a few tiles off the holder, stacking them in his hand. “Exactly. Don’t you think he should know that?”

“Dylan?”

“Yes, Dylan. And everyone else in this place.”

Sienna looked around. It was the usual weekday crowd. “What do you want me to do? Walk around wearing your jersey?”

“If that’sallyou were wearing, yeah, that would do it.” Pursing his lips in thought, Beau grinned. “Wish list.”