Valentina's POV
The restaurant is called Sette and it has three Michelin stars and a waiting list that runs to four months, and Massimo got us a table in forty-eight hours because that is what Massimo does, he makes the world rearrange itself around him and smiles pleasantly while it does.
I order the sea bass.
I laugh at the right moments. I touch his hand when the photographer from Stile passes our table, because I clocked her eleven minutes ago and have been timing the warmth of my gestures accordingly.
I let Massimo refill my wine glass without asking, which is a thing I would never allow in another life, and I watch him talk about a business associate's recent humiliation with the particular bright-eyed attention that Valdina Greco has and Valentina Vitale does not.
Valdina thinks men like Massimo are fascinating.
I know what they are.
