After breakfast, a servant came to clear the table.
"Would you like to go for a walk and enjoy the sea breeze, or would you prefer to rest inside?" Leonard asked.
A walk meant spending time with him, and Stella wanted to avoid being alone with him. "I remember seeing an art studio when you showed me the house yesterday," she said. "I'd like to go there."
"Alright," Leonard agreed.
He led Stella to the studio. It was in a perfect location, facing the ocean. Through the large glass window, she could see the sparkling surface of the water. The balcony was filled with beautiful green plants and vibrant flowers that cascaded down in front of the window. A gentle breeze made the shell wind chimes tinkle melodiously.
She had to admit, Leonard had excellent taste. But despite the beautiful and romantic scene, Stella felt an indescribable sense of suffocation. This was the studio she had always dreamed of, a dream she had never shared with anyone, not even Abby or Antoney. The irony that her most hated enemy understood her so intimately was both laughable and chilling.
Sensing her mood shift, Leonard asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"No, it's fine." Stella turned to him. "May I paint here?"
"Of course," Leonard said. "You're the mistress of this house. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you please. You don't need to ask my permission."

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