Only then, for a moment, did Valentina Nappi feel full.
It wasn't a physical hunger. Her personal chef, Marco, had left a duck confit cooling under a cloche, along with a handwritten note about a saffron risotto. The refrigerator was a cathedral of organic produce and aged cheeses. No, this was a different kind of emptiness. A hollow that started behind her ribs and spread outward like a crack in a frozen lake. valentina nappi hungry
But tonight, Valentina Nappi was hungry. Only then, for a moment, did Valentina Nappi feel full
