Rebecca led them to the well-stocked library. The first editions of well-known, unique and contemporary books were piled up on the shelves of book cases reaching the ceiling. Every few steps there were comfortable leather couches and armchairs that tempted to sit down on them with an interesting book and just read. Soft fluffy carpets suppressed the sound of their footsteps. They looked around in delight until they reached the farthest part of the library.
There they found Isabela sitting on a small sofa by the window – a man accompanied her. He looked about thirty-five years old. He had deep black hair falling in dense waves on his shoulders, swarthy complexion and eyes reminiscent of a spring forest on a sunny day – intensely green with gold reflections. He was d
