Vivian’s POV
I stepped inside the warehouse and stopped.
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
I had expected an empty room. Maybe a few old boxes collecting dust.
Instead, the entire space had been transformed.
Large windows had been installed along one side of the warehouse, allowing sunlight to spill across the wooden floor. Several large canvases stood against the walls, while shelves held neatly arranged paints, brushes, palettes, and other art supplies.
At the center of the room was a large wooden worktable.
But what caught my attention most was the wall opposite me.
It was completely blank.
A massive canvas stretched across it, leaving more than enough space for me to paint. Beside it was another section of the wall fitted with boards where photographs, notes, documents, and piec
