BELLA
Not long after we finished eating, the waiter returned, his polished smile intact as he gestured toward the far side of the restaurant. “Mr. Kai, Miss Bella, your next activity is ready. If you’d follow me.”
I glanced at Kai, raising an eyebrow in question. “Next activity?”
Kai stood, extending a hand toward me. “You’ll see. Come on.”
His tone held a teasing edge, but I hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously before finally taking his hand. His grip was warm and steady, and though I hated to admit it, there was something weirdly reassuring about it.
We followed the waiter down a short hallway and into a cozy room. It was smaller than the dining area, with soft lighting and an intimate vibe. My gaze landed on the setup: easels, canvases, and an array of paints and brushes
