Vittoria stared at him, then shook her head.
"That's what you got from that?"
"I mean," Leo said, "yeah. Basically."
She broke first, the laughter coming out of her before she could stop it, and she pressed her hand over her mouth for a moment before composing herself.
"That's all you took from reading that."
"You're a princess," he said again, as though confirming it for the record.
"I knew it. I asked you this."
"You asked me if my family was in the mafia."
"I covered all the bases," he said before she laughed again.
After she came back to herself, she turned slightly on the couch to face him more directly.
"That photo circulating," she said.
"For most models, that's publicity. That's good. You want people talking about you in my line of work."
Then she paused.
"But not for me. Not the way I grew up."
Leo listened.
"Growing up, it was good," she said.
"When I was younger, my parents were just my parents. We did normal things, or what felt normal."
