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In the middle is a rectangular table made of mahogany and glass that holds a silver ashtray that holds ashes with small sparks still lit. Someone was smoking here before I arrived and I pray that he doesn't come back, not while I am here. The bookshelves, also in mahogany, take up the most space, with the desk in second place. The first hold books on various subjects, although most are devoted to legal matters. They are not in alphabetical order as they would be if they were organized by the man who made Amelia's dress.

“I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.” “I was making some tea. Earl grey?” she asked. “Perfect,” he said, sitting up and grabbing a cookie. She got up and went to the aisle kitchen to brew the tea, trying to clear her head. He was having a powerful effect on her. While she was doing that, he got up to have a look around. The place was about 650 square feet, but the way Laura had it arranged and decorated gave it depth and texture. He admired her use of space. There was a bookshelf in the living room next to the TV, and it was filled with historical and contemporary romance novels, along with some books on travel, history, and fashion.

He also had some time before he had to meet up with Sergio in EDEN. "Okay." Roy followed Jeremy's mauve apron clad figure inside Lawrence. The lights were eco friendly―emitting a hallow of mixed green―yellow vibes, calming to one's eyes. The shelves were off white, stacked with various colorful books. It was really Roy's first time in a bookstore and the view he saw was interesting. "Like the environment? This redesigning was put after the eco-friendly interior came into trend." Roy heard Jeremy from beside him. Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest.

At the end of the sitting room was a bookshelf filled with leather-bound classics that stood in one corner, inviting me to curl up and lose myself in the world of literature. However, at the other corner of the room, there was a small nook dedicated to relaxation. A cozy armchair was placed next to a window overlooking a lush garden, inviting me to sit back, enjoy the view, and unwind with a good book or a cup of tea. It was a truly enchanting space that made me feel like I had stepped into a dream.

The coffee table, crafted from polished black marble, added a touch of sleek sophistication to the room. But it was the decorations that truly made the space shine. Candles in mercury glass holders flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Fresh flowers, arranged in elegant, crystal vases, added a pop of color and fragrance to the space. The walls were adorned with stunning pieces of artwork, each one carefully selected to reflect the Alpha's impeccable taste.

Like a secret asking to be seen. I pushed it gently. The room wasn’t fully lit. Just a reading lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the walls. The air was filled with the scent of white roses and cinnamon. The walls were decorated with small paintings. Flowers, a few abstract ones in colors that felt strangely familiar. On a glass shelf, a row of slender books about interior design, a few architecture journals, even a couple of classic novels. And on the side table, a single photo in a silver frame.

The land north of the city has officially entered the development and construction phase. Natalie looked at the planning book in her hand: "The bookstore at this location, I want to renovate it into a design that combines a bookstore and a hotel, leaving a space the size of a bed between the two bookshelves, and build the room in the form of a wardrobe. With an overall classical style." "Yes." Assistant Mackenzie wrote down Natalie's request on the board. "Little sister, look at the dress I picked for you." When Charlie arrived, he saw Natalie working. "You have to work at home; it seems you're busier than me."

This one completely filled with curving shelves which were laden with heavy red and brown leather volumes, beckoning to share their knowledge. Ancient books. The wall before the first archway was dominated by the large fireplace which Bast usually tried to keep going as a welcome to guests. The mantle was decorated with ornate vinework, firelight twinkled off the design. Drawing to attention the single gilded rose centering it. Across from that was the plush red and gold chair. My favorite. And a light blue one which was an exact reflection of the red in the more subtle shade. For the comfort of visitors. The table between the two seats held a large bowl. Complete with small glass lid. Fille

First I looked around her house. It wasn't a huge house, more on the smaller side but it was the cute kind of small. All the walls were covered in wooden planks so it gave a kind of cottage vibe. And all the decorations were in pastel colors which was the complete opposite of her personality. And to top everything off she had these shelves lining almost every part of the walls and they were all full of books. Romantic books by the look of it. And they all looked very well loved. You can understand now why it was all so confusing to me.

she said, which was true and also inadequate. "Come in," he said, which was simple and also everything. The apartment was exactly what she would have designed for him. Clean lines. Precise arrangement. Nothing incidental, nothing decorative for its own sake. Except the books, which were everywhere, shelved with the same precision as everything else but present in a quantity that suggested not collection but use, a man who read the way other people thought, constantly and out of necessity. They ended up on the terrace.