You can’t ask such things as who has he been seeing, what has he been up to? I am talking about loyalty and, most important of all, elegance.” She repeats the word several times, explaining what she means.
It is more respectful and realistic to take the view that you’ll be with me when I see you.” Ah, I say, discretion. Elegance, for Bellucci, isn’t merely the cut of a suit, but a whole way of being in the world, of living in the present.
This elegance is as French as a Gallic shrug, as Italian as a beautiful young girl on the back of a scooter zooming around Rome.
It is about a passion for the moment, a sense that as long as everything is good when they are together, that they choose to be there and everything flows, then nothing else matters.
Or maybe this is just what you have to expect when you marry a Frenchman? All I know is that I might have a shot with Vincent, right?