The walls filled with paintings, carvings, and scribbles put together in unthoughtful manner yet so coherently artistic called to Aveline.
Her hands touched the walls, and dragged through it as she fed her eyes.
"It's interesting, isn't it? I knew you'd like it here," Reese said, watching her with a fascinated gaze from behind.
"It is," she whispered breathlessly. "Centuries ago, only the extremely successful artists had rooms like this for expression. In most countries nowadays , these things have become obsolete."
"And we can't have that right? Good thing I had the amazing thought to keep it going."
She whipped her head behind to stare at him. "You engineered this?"
Reese chuckled at how vividly stunned she was at the prospect of him having an artistic bone in his body.
