Savanna’s POV

Kaden was still frozen, staring at the painting in his hand as I looked at him. It wasn't just that he was a jerk. It was clear that this had a significant impact on him. He was irritated, and I needed to know why.

"Kaden, this is my painting..." I said quietly, hoping he would understand. "No one has ever done anything like this before. I know that for a fact," I tried to reassure him. He must be accusing me of plagiarizing someone's work for a reason. It was ...