Nirvana's POV
I opened the front door and pulled Leo inside. I was very relieved to see him. After spending the last few hours alone in the quiet house, I just needed someone to talk to.
We walked into the main living room and sat down on the large leather sofas. I offered him a drink, but he shook his head and set his bag on the floor.
"I still cannot believe Sienna poured that water on you today," Leo said. He leaned back against the cushions. "Your painting was right there. Weeks of work could have been completely destroyed."
"I know," I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I just want to forget about it. I have to focus on the showcase, not her petty drama. I refuse to give her any more of my energy."
"Well, at least you have good people looking out for you," Leo noted casu
