~CELINE'S POV~
I couldn't believe Hunter had actually taken me to an art museum and a couple's painting class.
These weren't the kind of dates I had imagined a billionaire would choose….expensive restaurants, maybe the theater, something designed to impress rather than connect.
But Hunter had somehow known exactly what would make me happiest, had seen past my modest exterior to the dreams I had buried beneath years of survival.
The art museum had felt like stepping into another world, one where beauty existed simply to be appreciated.
And watching Hunter watch me as I moved through the galleries had sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. He had looked at me like I was more fascinating than any masterpiece on the walls.
But now, as we walked toward his car after the painting
