They walked deeper into the estate.
Nonnina opened a door and ushered her inside.
It was an apartment.
A sitting area with plush couches. A small dining nook. A kitchenette gleaming with untouched appliances. Beyond that, a bedroom with a bed so large it felt absurd, dressed in crisp white sheets that practically glowed under the soft lighting.
Vee stopped walking.
"Oh," she breathed.
"You will have your own personal maid," Nonnina continued, gesturing vaguely. "The girl from this morning. Luca made a card available for you. It is on the bedside table. If you need anything else, you let me know."
Vee stepped farther in, running her fingers lightly over the back of a chair. "This is much better than my house," she admitted quietly.
Nonnina hummed. "Is it?"
Vee turned to her.
"Is there love in your house?" Nonnina asked.
"Not anymore," she said softly.
Nonnina sighed. "Wherever love lives is a much better place, Zuccherino. Money do not make a home. People do."
