Zoey's p.o.v
Annette was already standing outside the painting studio waiting for me before I arrived, with a smile on her face. “Ma'am, ready for some relaxation?” she asked, standing up straight.
“Of course.” I nodded eagerly, after hours of painting my back aches. My muscles and joints are stiffed, more than earlier. And all I needed right now is a nice, relaxing massage.
“Please, this way, ma'am.” She said.
I followed her as she led me outside the workshop, and out of the building to a wooden house not so far from the sea behind the resort.
The wooden house was adorned with intricate carvings and colorful tapestries, giving it a rustic yet inviting charm. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the serene atmosphere that enveloped the
