Augusto paced uneasily on the carpet interwoven with black, white, and gray long-thread silk, the room lined with bookshelves stacked with various books on two sides reaching directly to the ceiling.
Beneath a wall with two windows was a set of modular sofas and a simple black coffee table matching the fish-color series, adorned with crystal cups and a water kettle. A few lemon slices soaked in the kettle gave the clear water a fibrous murkiness, occasionally with strands of pulp floating inside, the fresh pale-yellow pulp looked appetizing.
The other side of the wall was where he had just entered. The room contained almost no color other than the black, white, and gray scheme, contrasting sharply with the whole manor but resembling their revered and feared Godfather exactly.
