Jennifer’s POV
Ryan grabbed me by my wrist, leading me to the door of an empty room. With a gentle nudge, I stood in stunned silence at the sight within.
In the heart of the pristine room, an imposing easel held a stretched canvas, flanked by shelves meticulously arrayed with oils of myriad hues, brushes of varying sizes, squeegees, and turpentine. Plaster models and all kinds of scenery are placed on the display shelves, while a collection of professional tomes stood nearby.
As dusk descended, warm yellow sunlight cascaded through the towering windows, enveloping the canvas at the room’s core in a comforting glow.
“Is this... for me?” I asked incredulously, turning to Ryan.
“Yes, I couldn’t envision it myself, but my guards arranged it well. If you prefer something else, Tom can assi
