POV: Olivia

Two days after the grand opening, I sat in my office reviewing some important documents when Sofia walked into my showroom as a client. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The soft hum of conversation from the studio, the faint scratch of brushes against canvas, the gentle rhythm of a space finally coming alive, everything felt too perfect to be disrupted. I had worked too hard for this. Built too much from nothing.

Then I saw her...

I saw her through the glass panel separating my office from the main studio floor, Sofia moved with that same deliberate confidence I had always hated. She didn’t rush....