Penelope's POV:
I'm getting sloppy.
Plans for the exhibition have started in full swing, along with my personal preparations for my fight. But that wasn't what bothered me.
"Pen, what's the matter? This is the third time today that logistics have been messed up," Sera's voice is gentle but firm. Her brows furrow and she has a look of concern on her face. "You've been off your rocker for days now, ever since the photo from the stalker. Talk to me, we can fix this."
I would talk to her. I'd tell her every single thing that's bothering me. I know she'll have an answer for me, or at least I'll feel better after confiding in her.
"It's just stress," I reply and force myself to look at the catalogue in front of me. A quick scan of the artworks listed and their prices reveals more problem
