Wedding Planning

Alex finds his wife-to-be in his workroom... for the lack of a better word.

This specific area isn't one of the apartment's permanent features, Alex knows that much. The walls are red bricked at the moment, something that could change depending on the way Win intends to use the space, be it for researching, working, creating and perfecting cream or even experimenting.

The room is cluttered; books, rolled-up parchments, candles and wicker baskets are thrown around haphazardly all over the wooden floor. There are a few portraits, taxidermied rodents and clocks hanging over the walls, staring down at the unpredictable occupant with varying degrees of curiosity.

Taken by itself, the place looks like the hidden lair of a shifty hedge witch, not a part of the luxuriously appointed apartment of the biggest mafia boss.

The said mafia boss is currently sitting behind the massive mahogany desk in the middle, surrounded by even more paraphernalia of his trade. A few multicolored glass beakers