Like clockwork, morning came quietly to Vittoria's apartment, and Leo rose to it.
He squinted, adjusting to the new stream of light, trying to push away the curtains blocking its path.
For a few seconds, he didn't move.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling while the warmth of the bed slowly registered around him.
Vittoria was tucked against his side, her head resting near his chest with one arm loosely across him as she breathed steadily in her sleep.
Leo turned his head, and she looked completely different like this.
The woman who had spent the previous evening moving confidently through a room full of important people, greeting guests, and making sure everything ran properly was nowhere to be seen.
Her hair had fallen loose around her face, and the slight crease in the pillow had left a faint mark against her cheek.
Leo smiled and then leaned forward.
"How are you this perfect while you're sleeping?"
