(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The living room is quiet now, the tension from the meeting still lingering in the corners like smoke.
Everyone has dispersed—Valentino and Raffaele have gone back to their rooms to review plans, Angelo's on a call, Leo and Michele are… who knows.
I headed to the kitchen for water, thinking about how insane tonight is going to get when movement catches my eye.
Sandra.
She's standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and staring out at the city.
I pause for a moment, then step out.
"Hey," I say.
She spins around, startled. "Oh… hi."
I move closer, letting my elbow rest on the railing. I notice the tension in her shoulders, the way she grips the railing till her knuckles are white.
Silence stretches for a second, comfortable enough that it doesn't feel weird, but heavy enough that it feels like we're both holding our own thoughts hostage, not knowing where to start or if we even should.
I decide to take the first step.
