(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The moment I step out of the living room, I finally let out the breath I've been holding since Francesca walked into my room earlier.
God.
I genuinely feel like I've aged ten years in one morning.
Raffaele, Angelo, and I walk down the hallway together and for a while, none of us says anything.
Then Angelo exhales loudly.
"I really thought we were finished back there."
I glance at him.
"When Rafa and I were in your bathroom and we heard our aunt say that Papà wanted everyone in the living room? I thought we were walking straight into an execution."
Raffaele lets out a dry laugh beside me. "Same. The way Krystal looked at us after she left her room didn't exactly help."
I turn my head toward him. "How did I look?"
"You looked terrified," he says. "Which also made me terrified."
"We've been given a scare twice already," I say quietly. "Maybe we won't be so lucky next time."
That wipes the traces of amusement from both their faces.
