Mafia king Confession
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the art room windows, casting a warm glow on Elle and Brian. He sat at the desk, his hand clutching the paintbrush, while Elle stood behind him, guiding him through the strokes. Today, they were working on capturing the essence of a clear blue sky.
"Not like that," Elle gently corrected, placing her hand over Brian's and adjusting his grip on the brush. "Hold it like this and apply the paint with a light touch."
Brian nodded, mimicking her actions, and carefully brushed the paint onto the canvas. He concentrated, his face furrowing with determination as he tried to capture the serene beauty of the sky.