Kicking open the door to the piano room, Sienna saw a woman playing the grand piano in the center of the room.
Sabrina Johnson was exceptionally beautiful, though her beauty differed from Sienna Johnson's. If Sienna was the most vibrant splash of color in a garden, Sabrina was a touch of pure, understated elegance. After all, she was a cherished daughter of the Johnson Family, meticulously groomed by Mother Johnson.
"Sister, you're able to get out of bed?"
Sabrina Johnson looked up, surveying the enraged Sienna Johnson, the corners of her mouth curving into a smug smile.
Sabrina had waist-length hair, a delicate, palm-sized face, and perfectly exquisite features. She appeared fragile and helpless, her pitiable and moving demeanor always evoking sympathy and affection.
