It could have been a living room, but like everything else about Lorenzo, it far exceeded any expectations. The room was large, partly because the ceilings were so high, but sparingly and elegantly furnished. A pair of velvet-upholstered sofas with curved backs faced each other, beneath a massive glittering chandelier. It must have been hung with a thousand faceted crystal teardrops. The floor was dark wood inlaid with a circular flourish that could have been ivory, and the plaster moldings on the ceiling were elaborate. For all that, the surfaces were painted in solid colors, not the gilt or filigree that Cassie might have expected. One entire wall was composed of arched windows, which faced a private courtyard. She could smell exotic flowers, which must be in bloom in that garden. She understood then why the house seemed so large. It probably had more interior courtyards like this one, garden spaces that provided privacy to Lorenzo and his father.
