Romans & histoires Marble Perfume Tray

It felt less like a room and more like an entire floor claimed as a private domain. Centered around the elevator exit, the left side opened into a bar area—its countertop a seamless slab of white Carrara marble, softly lit from beneath so that the natural veins seemed to drift like mist; behind it, a full-height wall of glass shelving displayed an impressive collection of spirits, stretching from floor to ceiling.

The matching chalice was sitting off to the side. “Here.” Martina walked around the table and looked behind her before she pulled out a small box. The Nike shoebox seemed humorous to the way she was being as gentle as she could. Gently opening the lid, a chalice sat surrounded by bubble wrap. It was gold with rubies, sapphires, diamonds and emeralds. In an alternating pattern along the top. There were obvious black spots in a row that looked like someone’s hand had been there for so long, it was permanently etched into the gold.

The faucet is brushed gold. In the center of the bathroom is a deep, freestanding bathtub with rounded edges. Next to it is a glass-enclosed shower with a rainfall showerhead. The shower walls are also marble, with a small shelf holding expensive soaps and shampoos. White towels are neatly stacked on a heated rack, and a soft bath mat lies on the shiny stone floor. The air smells faintly of lavender. A small chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft light.

The upper floors of the House of Aris were a stark contrast to the cellar. Where the forge was dark, hot, and smelled of honest labor, the drawing room was an explosion of pastels and cloying lavender perfume. Julian stood by the doorframe, waiting to be acknowledged. In his hand, he held a velvet tray containing the two tie pins Aris had demanded: large, gold knots encrusted with garnets. They were technically flawless—Julian didn’t know how to make things any other way—but they were gaudy. They screamed for attention rather than commanding it.

"I guess I would be going so you can eat your food." "No, please stay. I want company and I don't like to eat alone." He said, catching my hand. I stopped and met his eyes. "I want to show you something." He retrieved a bouquet from the cupboard. I looked at it, then up at him. "It's beautiful. Which perfume did you use." "It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy."

A silver chandelier dripped light through the marble floors. This room has always been a trap for people dressed in fancy clothes. Tonight, all eyes were upon me. The mirrors extended every flicker of the candles into numerous reflections, and people became a labyrinth of bright fabrics and faces hidden away. The sweet scent of perfume lingered in the air, gardenias warmed by glass walls, wax from the fresh candles, but something else, something grittier, something pricier, buried underneath.

To the left, a massive, custom-built desk carved from a single slab of rare, polished lilac marble dominated the room, paired with an ergonomic chair lined in genuine white Italian leather. A private lounge area occupied the opposite corner, featuring a plush, custom-designed velvet sofa, a sleek fireplace that crackled with clean, smokeless ethanol flames, and a private espresso bar that looked like it belonged in a Michelin-starred boutique hotel. But it wasn't the opulence of the furniture that made Lydia’s heart do a violent flip in her chest. It was the flowers. Hundreds—no, thousands—of flawless, dewy white roses were arranged in breathtaking, cascading sculptural displays across every

she held up a finger, "you don't want the clutter, so…" She reached into the shopping bag she'd set on the floor and pulled out a large bronze box embossed Hermes and tied with brown ribbon, and she handed it to Michael. He removed the top to reveal a large black leather letter tray. The aroma of rich cowhide surrounded him as he took it from the box and gently slid his fingers across the slate grey suede lining. His initials, SMR, were embossed in silver on the front of the tray. She was watching him closely. "If you don't like it, or you don't like the idea period, I can take it back."

He or she knows what she is doing and I do love her for that. In the middle of the spacious walk-in closet is an island. I do have this in my room in Fenrys. Islands are great to include in larger walk-in closets like this. The side of the island are made of marbles too but its top are made of glass and underneath of that thick glass are a pairs of sparkling diamond and pearl necklaces. There are numerous earrings made of different gemstone and other expensive stone as well as bracelet but what really caught my eyes and my attention is the tiara placed on the middle as a highlight of this collection.

Nice to know all the guys from here are jackasses. I took a deep breath, straightened up my coat and walked straight through the large revolving doors. I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables.