Chapter 9

Simon was stunned for a moment, thinking I was angry about the birthday cake. Raising his eyebrows, he insisted, "I already said it was the staff's mistake. I apologized and even ordered a new one. Why do you still have to make a fuss?" It was always like this—whenever I said one thing, he twisted it into another. I didn't bother wasting words on him. I carried their cake to the door and made a gesture inviting them to leave. "Sienna, what are you doing? Can't we just talk this out properly—" The two of them were still rambling on, so I shoved them out, slammed the door, and locked it. Simon tried to get in again by entering the password, and I heard Tiffany say, "Simon, she's really ungrateful. You already apologized, so what more does she want?" He tried a few more times, but when he saw that the door wouldn't open, he finally gave up. "Don't worry. She's just upset right now. She'll be fine in a bit," he said dismissively. When Tiffany asked him why he was so sure, Simon smi