One of the women smiled slightly. The other spoke up. "I am, amore. I'm Sienna." The one who had smiled, spoke softly, her head tilted. "I've never been Sienna to you before, dolce notte. I don't plan to ever be Sienna to you."
The woman who'd claimed to be Sienna sat confused. She knew she'd screwed up, but not where. Meanwhile, both still bled from their throats.