Alina glanced around the classroom while the kids started picking their favorite colors.
Everything seemed normal.
But then… she noticed something different.
There was an extra cabinet.
A tall, shiny, unfamiliar cabinet near the art corner that hadn't been there before.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. That wasn't here last time… was it?
Curiosity got the best of her.
She walked over, placed her hand on the cool handle, and gently pulled the door open.
Her eyes widened.
Inside was a treasure trove.
Neatly stacked rows of expensive-looking watercolor tubes, oil paints in beautiful glass bottles, gold-rimmed palettes, bundles of crisp white sheets, and sparkling paintbrushes with real wooden handles. The kind rich noble kids probably used for portraits.
Alina blinked in disbelief.
Did someone raid a royal art store and donate it to Class D?
She reached in and carefully pulled out a bundle of thick, smooth white paper, the kind that smelled fresh and just a bit like vanilla.
