Sienna’s Pov:
Painting had always been my way of escaping reality and I was getting good at shutting the noise out.
It’s been days since I cried in Daniel’s car, he comforted me and made me feel seen, but he promised to give me space to heal. He didn’t want to prey on my vulnerability, but we remained friends, nothing s****l.
I could only think of him while painting, that was a good sign because the client needed erotic paintings for the art showcase, happening this year.
It was the biggest art showcase in America and everyone who was into art from curators, to gallery owners, to money launderers were going to be there and the fellowship was something that’d boost my exposure and work.
Not wanting to feel purposeless I applied for the showcase anonymously, they wouldn’t want a 42 yea
