Chapter 12. Insults and Gossip

Ava’s POV

I arrived at the complex when I saw Claire standing outside our studio, arms crossed and legs bouncing.

Something must have happened.

“Hey, Claire?” I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Claire smiled as I walked up to her. She didn’t even bother to say hello before grabbing my arm and pulling me along with her. “You have to see this.”

The same studio that Claire and I had worked so hard to put together was being torn apart. The yellow wallpapers were being stripped off and blue paint was everywhere. All the old and weak woods were being replaced, and so were the lights.

In the middle of the whole parade was Mason.

He was yelling orders at the laborers, his thick, gruff voice cutting through the air like a knife. His sleeves were rolled up, his dark eyes focused as he gestured to one of the laborers and pointed with a blueprint.

I blinked trying to understand what I was seeing.

Claire elbowed