The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isabella Voss's penthouse, turning every surface into something out of a glossy magazine spread. Warm gold light slid across the marble counters, kissed the velvet sofas, and shimmered over the quiet luxury that seemed to breathe on its own. Even the air felt curated—fresh coffee drifting in from the kitchen, lavender humming softly from the diffuser Isabella insisted would "calm the soul."
