lookBilly would arrive soon and then they could start; she left instructions with the doorman to send him up when he got here. It wasn’t every day she received visitors, even though she had ample space for entertaining and an unforgettable view of the city, especially after dark. Seras knew this to be a selling point of the penthouse, but she’d bought it sight unseen. There was much she took on faith, like the eighteen-foot ceiling in the lobby and great room, and the intricate chandelier that was a perfect mix of classical sensibilities with a modern flair.
This was her home and she walked the halls and made her way through the space unimpaired, the expansive layout committed to memory. It was sleek steel and glass, brutalist concrete, with expressive sculpture and modern works of art on broad canvas that elevated the room. The scenes thick and layered, a topography of brushstrokes she could trace with her hands.
The kitchen was as new as when it was installed, the industrial restaurant-ready appliances pristine; she didn’t cook. She didn’t clean. The great room with its floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a roof-top patio larger than many apartments in the Lower Fens. It was the great room that felt the most lived in. Here was a clash of texture; from the spacious sectional with shag rug, fur throws, and blankets ready for nesting.
On the patio, in the cooling evening air, she prepared in the twilight, lit from the bright interior. Billy would be here soon, and then they could begin.
This was her home and she walked the halls and made her way through the space unimpaired, the expansive layout committed to memory. It was sleek steel and glass, brutalist concrete, with expressive sculpture and modern works of art on broad canvas that elevated the room. The scenes thick and layered, a topography of brushstrokes she could trace with her hands.
The kitchen was as new as when it was installed, the industrial restaurant-ready appliances pristine; she didn’t cook. She didn’t clean. The great room with its floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a roof-top patio larger than many apartments in the Lower Fens. It was the great room that felt the most lived in. Here was a clash of texture; from the spacious sectional with shag rug, fur throws, and blankets ready for nesting.
On the patio, in the cooling evening air, she prepared in the twilight, lit from the bright interior. Billy would be here soon, and then they could begin.