“Wow, it’s so . . .modern,” I breathed, stepping into his home. It turns out he didn’t live far from the hotel, but the biggest shock was stepping in. From the outside, all the houses in this town looked identical with their old ascetic, but the second we stepped in, that was all gone.
The place was furnished with glass and marble, the floors a perfect white crystal with inbuilt appliances and leather couches. I would have never guessed, which I think was a little stupid considering the hotel was incredibly similar, making you believe one thing and the whole other when you step in.
Yet three bottles of wine meant my attention was disgustingly altered as he pulled me across the living room to the small spiralling staircase to the right. Stumbling into a narrow hallway, Vincenzo led us t
