(ANGELO'S POV)
The very second I step into the living room, my eyes lock with Krystal's and I freeze like I just walked into a fucking wall.
Val, Rafa, Bruno, Sandra, Leo, and Michele are all present, but I don't know why she's the first person that caught my eye.
She's seated next to Val, leaning into him as usual. She looks calm and unbothered while I'm losing my damn mind.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Raffaele says. "Hurry up and sit down. We've got important matters to attend to."
I cross the room and drop onto the only empty couch. My back hits the cushion and I immediately regret sitting where I can see her so clearly.
She's still looking at me. And there's something in her expression. Not a smile. Not a smirk. Just… awareness. Like she knows exactly how wrecked I am and finds it mildly entertaining.
I look away fast and fix my attention on anything else but her.
