(Blake’s POV)
“You can come here, you know. It’s not nice listening to someone’s conversation,” Tara said, putting her cellphone beside her. She turned around in my direction to tell me that she was talking about me.
My face turned red, feeling embarrassed and childish of listening to her conversation. My feet were stuck on the floor, and I could not move because, for one, I was scared to face Tara, and second, I was ashamed about everything that had happened today.
“If you just stand there, you can close the door so that I can concentrate on my work,” She instructed but did not bother looking at me. She took her palette and started doing her magic with colors.
I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had to face her. She scared me more than my Dad and my tough competitors. I slid the door slowly and started walking towards her. She pointed to the chair, maybe five feet away from her, w
