By Gianni Shamari Copyright ©2026 The penthouse at East End on the Upper East Side of Manhattan is alive with the scents of October and wealth. Cold air flows in from the terrace, warmth emanates from numerous beeswax candles, and champagne bubbles up in tall crystal glasses. Maré stands by the black marble bar, tuxedo jacket open, a simple black domino mask doing little to conceal his identity. The crowd is a blur of velvet, smoke, and masquerade feathers, but he never takes