It is the first time we have been in the same room in years, and I can’t believe it, but I feel out of place. Fine, he radiates far too much intensity, and I didn’t expect that. He doesn’t hide his scrutiny, and I can’t decipher what he’s thinking. The last time, it was a kind of anger, then indifference, and now nothing but the assessment of the body he was given as a gift.
He is appreciating it, and he doesn’t hide it.
“Sartori, I see you got along very well with the future Mrs. Vitale,” Arturo provokes.
“I wanted her to feel comfortable, and nothing like a dance to achieve my goal, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, yes, comfortable,” Lorenzo says, with a hint of irony and… surprise? “But I believe you wouldn’t have needed to play such a role if you had mentioned a gathering with my fiancée
