Penelope’s POV:

The next week is a fever dream.

Vincent is still way off his rocker. I could feel the tension bleeding from him in massive waves, his eyes had taken on a permanent darkness, and he became...clingy?

It’s not the right word, but lately he has been by my side at every chance we get. I love it, but I can’t help but feel like something is wrong.

“You won’t notice I’m there,”

“As if you could ever erase your presence.”

“I can try.”

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh.

Friday was finally here.

In between trying to save my exhibition, trying to figure out my...