IZABELLA
The first thing I saw when I walked into the mansion after returning from the studio was Filomena gawking at me in surprise—which made sense, seeing as I was sweaty, and covered in paint.
I gave her an understanding smile before retreating to my room and slipping into the shower. As the hot water washed the oil paints off my skin; I felt more relaxed than I had in ages, and that was all thanks to painting.
After making sure I’d gotten all the paint off, I stepped out of the bathroom, changed into my lounge-wear, and went to the study to unwind and pick up a new book to read.
As usual, the study was quiet and empty––my perfect place to relax.
I thumbed through the books on the shelf, and while perusing, I found a bunch of pamphlets tucked away. Curious, I pulled them out and s
