Chapter 6

It was a large loft in the Upper West side of Manhattan, running the depth of the sixth floor of the building. There were windows looking out over the city on three of the four walls, a definite plus in Mark’s opinion. The walls were exposed brick in the massive living room. The smaller, but not small, bedroom had beige walls and both rooms had hardwood flooring. There was also a separate kitchen, small but still with room for a table and two chairs. All the place needed at this point was more furniture. He had a queen-sized bed with a matching dresser, a sofa, and a couple of armchairs. That was it.

“Nothing wrong with staying busy,” Mark commented, after the photographer told him he was finished for the day. He headed to the dressing room, trailed by Anna, the wardrobe person, who would retrieve what he was wearing, as well as the rest of the outfits.