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High off my success, I relaxed enough to enjoy the tour Ro gave me of his place. His house, though much smaller than his parents’ mansion, was more in line with what I’d expected.
Sort of.
“Didn’t you own an apartment?” I said.
“I did, but I sold it when I came back before we went to Prague. I wanted something in a quieter area.”
The house was still rock star appropriate with floor-to-ceiling windows and interesting touches in every room from Ro’s travels like the glass Moroccan lanterns in the living room or the black lacquer cabinet carved with Chinese dragons that housed his alcohol.
A stunning mahogany-colored baby grand piano dominated the living room, next to a stand of acoustic guitars.
Beyond the wide porch with the lattice roof was a panoramic view of the city. A long fi
