Now, alone in her penthouse, it was a roaring thing.
As the potatoes began to break down, thickening the water into a cloudy, golden broth, she dropped in the broken spaghetti. It wasn’t elegant. It would never be plated in a Michelin-starred restaurant. But it was real. valentina nappi hungry
Instead, what came out was a raw, unvarnished truth. “To be seen,” she said quietly. “Not looked at. Seen.” Now, alone in her penthouse, it was a roaring thing