Isabelle turned around and she tried to find out where she was. She didn't remember coming here last night and she was trying to think who it could be that she had come home with. She looked around the whole room and she knew the person had a thing for ancient architecture. The room looked like something that would fit into Venice, not a random apartment in New York. She climbed down from the bed and she noticed she was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. She felt instantly disgusted, so she decided to freshen up before going in search of her host. She had an inkling whose house she...