(ANGELO'S POV)
The second Krystal disappears out of the dining room, I push my chair back to go after her.
But before I can even fully stand up Aunt Francesca's voice stops me.
"Angelo, where exactly are you going?"
I take a moment to breathe, trying to keep my temper from climbing any higher.
"Krystal's barely touched her breakfast and you just drove Krystal out of the dining room, so I'm going after her."
"Sit down," she says.
I frown. "Why?"
"Because I still have questions."
I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand over my face.
"What kind of questions?" I ask.
Her eyes move from me to Raffaele then back to me.
"The kind you both keep avoiding," she replies.
Then she leans back in her chair and folds her arms across her chest.
"The two of you know something, don't you?"
I force my face to stay calm. "What are you talking about?"
Her eyes narrow immediately. "You know fully well I'm talking about whatever is going on with your brother and Krystal."
