The ceilings were vaulted, exposing dark, heavy steel beams and original, distressed brickwork that gave the space a grounded, industrial warmth.
The floors were wide-plank, matte-finished oak. Massive, arched windows flooded the living room with natural light, overlooking the Hudson River, but they were positioned high enough to offer absolute privacy from the surrounding buildings.
Sophie immediately walked into the kitchen.
It was a masterpiece of design. Matte-black cabinetry, dark soapstone countertops, and a massive, sprawling center island that could easily seat six.
"Now this," Sophie breathed out, running her hands flat over the dark stone. She looked across the kitchen at Ryan, a genuine, delighted smile breaking across her face. "This is a kitchen. The layout is perfect. It breathes."
Zara had wandered toward the massive steel-and-glass staircase leading to the upper level. She disappeared upstairs for a few minutes while Ryan inspected the living room.
