(KRYSTAL'S POV)
No one's eating anymore.
It's like something invisible pressed pause on the entire room.
Forks hover mid-air. Glasses sit untouched. And every single pair of eyes at this table is on me.
Nonna's smile is gone.
Francesca looks like someone drained all the color out of her.
And Salvatore…
I can't read him at all.
With every second that passes by and no one says anything, I feel like my chest might cave in.
Salvatore's the one to finally break the tense silence.
"You're a stripper?" he asks.
His voice is calm. Too calm that it's unsettling.
I lower my gaze to my lap because I can't bear to look him in the eyes.
"Yes."
"And Valentino was okay with that?" he asks.
My eyes lift before I can stop myself, locking with Val's.
They sting instantly. My vision blurs, swimming with tears.
"He was…" my voice trembles. "But I stopped right after we got together."
I finally gather the courage to meet Salvatore's eyes.
