Chapter 37

David smiled, his eyes glowing with pride. "You inspire me, Isabella. Your beauty, your grace... it's like nothing I've ever seen before."

As they stood together, gazing at the masterpiece before them, Isabella knew that this moment would be etched in her memory forever. And as she looked into David's eyes, she realized that she had found not just a talented artist, but a kindred spirit, someone who saw her for who she truly was, and loved her all the more for it.

"Well, one more thing. On the sofa. Let your hair cover a part of your face. I want reality and I want it to feel like you had no idea I was painting you," David said. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her cheek before letting her go.

She strode over to the sofa and laid down.

David carefully positioned Isabella on the sofa, arranging her hair to partially obscure her face, just as he envisioned. With a tender smile, he began to sketch once more, his movements fluid and deliberate as he captured the raw, unguarded bea