SIENNA'S POV

I was lost in the blues and purples swirling on my palette, trying to capture the elusive light of the evening on canvas. 

My mind, usually a whirlwind, felt quiet, focused, finding a fragile peace in the rhythm of brushstrokes. 

I was almost there. 

Almost forgetting the bitter taste of public humiliation, the anger at Daniel and Ellie's shocking announcement. 

Almost.

Then, the studio door burst open. Zoe stood there, panting, her face ghost-white, her ...