I didn't know when Alpha Romeo bought all those painting and clay-making supplies.
When I opened the door to the wooden house—Alpha Romeo's father and grandfather's favorite place—my eyes immediately landed on them in the living room without a sofa.
"Wow, everything's ready." Henderick smiled brightly as he inspected the supplies. He knew best what we needed.
"Alpha Romeo didn't ask me. I wonder where he learned all that." Henderick looked at the paints and brushes. "I envy him. He has a lot of money to buy expensive brands."
I’d never even painted, let alone made crafts with clay.
My heart was pounding because I was with my mate, and I wasn't competitive, but I was embarrassed if my drawings were bad, and I kept failing to shape the clay.
Henderick put the backpack and black briefca
