Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I shake my head, following her up the steps into a giant, wide-open space with a railing that leads from one wall to the next, two double doors in the center and one across from it to the right.
She pushes the double doors open and I enter behind her, my mouth falling open at the sight.
The room is enormous and shaped like a giant half-moon, the entire back side a massive, bowed window with a radius top. There’s trimming running from floor to ceiling every so many feet and not a curtain in sight.
“The entire wall opens up and there’s a private balcony overlooking the water, a Jacuzzi, and minibar,” she explains, walking over to the side paneling.
“It’s incredible,” I whisper, slowly twisting and taking in the entire space. Only then do I spot the four-poster bed. It faces the windows and is piled with what looks to be thick, fluffy pillows, the cases a deep green in color. I make my way over, running my fingertips along the comforter, a black and emerald marble-like color. “Is this…”
“Mulberry silk? Yes,” she explains, and when I glance back at her, she’s simply standing there with her hands clasped before her.
I turn back, pressing my palm against it fully and dragging it down the butter-like material, a small smile pulling at my lips. My hand wraps around the post, my thumb stroking along the carvings engraved into the black wood. “Ancient Egyptian,” I murmur, gaze trailing all the little markings and wishing desperately I knew what it said. My sister would know.
I move toward the bathroom, gasping at the sight.
Much like the room, the bathroom also includes a curving window, but this one is a dark, tinted window fitted perfectly around the massive tub that’s raised high above the entire space.
With a smile, I climb the steps, counting twelve before I reach the upper platform.
It’s no more than three feet wide, the perfect amount of space to allow you to sit on the tub’s edge should you wish, or to bring a platter of fruits and wines.
Or to do many other filthy, filthy things…
My blood warms at the thought and I step into the bath, crossing my legs and sitting in the dead center, my knees not even touching the edges, it’s that wide.
“Now this is divine,” I murmur to myself, my eyes bouncing across the lake outside, and following the birds as they sweep from tree to tree.
“That opens as well,” Grandma tells me. “The glass slides all the way back, disappearing into the wall, among a few other tricks.”
I nod, picturing sitting in the warm water with a book and bottle of wine. “This is a room I wouldn’t mind being locked in.”
Forcing myself to stand, I quickly scan the rest of the space, the sink a giant slab of black marble, hints of greens swirled in with golden glitter throughout. It’s one of those waterfall sinks, tilted slightly so the water disappears into a slight crease at the back, no drain in sight. The mirror is tinted and from where I’m standing, I can only see a sheet of black glass as it offers a privacy screen, only showing you what’s directly in front of you.
Running my hand along the edge, I smile at the spinning tray in the middle, a single rose dipped in a glittery rose gold in the center, sitting on a bed of crystals and crisp water, but then I spot the folded black bandana on the tray beside it, a small, familiar jar sitting right on top.
With a slight frown, I lift it up, finding it’s the same brand of salve I used on Enzo’s new tattoo. Unscrewing the cap, I look inside. It’s a quarter of the way gone, like mine.
Is it mine?
A bit of giddiness washes over me, and I quickly move from the bathroom, rushing for the doors that can only lead to the closet. I pull the doors open, and my shoulders fall.
“This is Enzo’s room.”
It’s not a guess, his clothes hang neatly, and color-coded, I might add, in the walk-in space before me.
I glance back at Grandma as she approaches, watching as she presses a button on the wall near my head.
A soft click catches my attention, and I follow the sound, my eyes widening when the center wall splits, folding his shoe shelves in half and revealing a second, hidden space until I’m staring at myself in the large mirror straight ahead. Hesitantly, I make my way inside and my mouth falls open.
The space is no less than twenty feet, both long and wide, and every single inch is covered. Tops, pants, gowns. Handbags, heels, and jewelry.
But it’s the glass doors to the far left that draw me over.
With shaky fingers, I wrap my hand around the crystal knob and tug them open, my smile widening at the array of colors. The glitter and tulle and sweet, sweet satin.