But Amelia Visconti: she’s different. She’s softly spoken and kind and now that I come to think of it, really damn delusional. She’s sitting around this table by choice—she married Donatello Visconti, Alberto’s second son and consigliere. He sits on the other side of her, sifting through paperwork, and, unlike Dante, he couldn’t care less that I took his seat at the table.
