IZABELLA
This was the fifth room I had searched in the last hour in my quest to find an abandoned or neglected expanse of space that I could turn into an art studio of sorts.
Call it an indulgence, but my bank account was overflowing, and for the first time I didn’t have to worry about other bills. I had enough money of my own to really breathe, and I decided that I wanted to do something for myself.
And that thing was going to be furnishing my own home studio.
Of course, I loved the art studio I frequented in the heart of Ignazio’s pack, but lately, I’d been getting up in the middle of the night with the urge to do nothing but paint—and I doubted the art studio would be open at such odd hours.
The pool house truly was the object of my fantasy, with the sunlight streaming in through
