The apartment is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. The concierge escorts us up to make sure we get in safely, and we wait until he leaves to squeal with excitement. Or at least, Grace squeals. I am too overwhelmed—with the extent of his wealth and the fact I’m surrounded in Zeno. It’s so different than being in Hardwick. The old mansion brings memories of childhood in a setting steeped with history. Pieces of Z are present there, but not like this. The apartment is where he lived for years until his father’s death. Everything about the understated elegance of the place screams Zeno, from the sweeping panoramic views to the clean, modern lines and the pristine mix of wood and concrete. A custom light fixture of overlapping rectangles hangs over the dining room table from the two-story ceiling. The a
